At the eastern edge of the galaxy, in the Avellaneda System.
The flagship of the 10th Battalion, the Sting Rose.
Semenio walked toward the Chief Chaplain's confessional. His gaze swept over the black-armored Warriors around him, and he could not help but smile. He enjoyed fighting alongside true battle brothers.
He had been away from that feeling for so long that he had once believed he was Alpha.
After becoming a Shadow of Order, he had been sent to infiltrate Alpha.
Yet not long ago, he had been dispatched again to infiltrate the Shadow of Order.
How could I be Alpha? I am the Shadow of Order. I am a descendant of Nimrod.
Father rescued Primarch Omega from the clutches of xenos. Every Primarch is extraordinary, but Father is the strongest and greatest.
Semenio found it amusing. Alpha had actually chosen a Shadow of Order like him to infiltrate its own Legion.
He had found a Chaplain under the pretense of confession. Even after revealing his identity, he had not earned trust and had undergone one mental examination after another.
In the end, he met Chief Chaplain Pat.
Semenio's memories of that day were somewhat hazy. The fragrance of Mandrake incense candles filled the air, allowing him to shed a disguise he had worn for far too long. Pat's pale golden eyes remained the brightest point etched into his memories.
What he knew for certain was that the Chief Chaplain had acknowledged his identity.
He had been accepted back into his Legion and given a new mission—as a spy.
He needed to use the skills he had honed in Alpha to repay his Legion.
He would feed Alpha carefully selected intelligence and mislead it at crucial moments.
Lost in thought, Semenio arrived before the Chief Chaplain's confessional chamber and raised