Domain, One Step Ahead of Me
Human eyes were easy to deceive.
Corvas Corax had discovered this truth in Lycaeus's prisons during his youth. Time and again, he had stood within enemy supreme command centers and watched them discuss how to defeat and kill him, becoming ever more convinced of it.
It was the same now.
None of the Blind King's elite had noticed that he had infiltrated the occupied territory alone. They were desperately resisting the Honor Guard of the "Shadow of Order."
As Corax's claws climbed the tallest Hive Spire in Merseyside, he suddenly felt the tower shudder violently and turned to look below.
Two and a half miles away to the lower right, the Siren Assault Claw slammed down.
As the smoke cleared, Horus's white cloak billowed.
He raised his Storm Bolter and opened fire with a roar, claiming the lives of guard after guard and instantly carving a path through the enemy formation.
[Horus has landed to decapitate the Blind King's leader.]
As Corax considered this, his gaze shifted to the lower left.
[Where is Nimrod?]
Corax's dark eyes suddenly narrowed. Nimrod, three kilometers away, had abruptly vanished.
His black eyes swept rapidly across the towering Standard Bearer of the "Shadow of Order," taking in every stretch of ground between him and the Hive Spire.
Nothing.
There was no Nimrod in black armor with golden wings.
As Corax searched, a fierce gust swept past his ear, and a flash of gold entered the corner of his eye.
With a beat of his steel wings, he glided away from the Hive Spire.
Corax looked up. A burning golden "sun" shot skyward, passing a third of the tower's height in the blink of an eye.
Nimrod!
Corax folded his steel wings and had just landed back against the