An hour earlier.
As Lion El'Jonson and the Redeemed Angels passed through the dense forest.
Layers of branches and leaves broke the light into countless tiny flecks, scattering mottled patterns across Lion El'Jonson's dark green armor.
Just then, a voice came from behind him.
"Father."
Lion El'Jonson stopped and turned back, puzzled.
Among the Redeemed Angels in black Power Armor, a figure was approaching him.
The man's movements were just as quiet, but every gesture carried a simplicity and efficiency that Lion El'Jonson knew all too well.
Corswain.
Captain of the Dark Angels First Company, and his most trusted lieutenant.
When it came to swordsmanship, no one in the entire Dark Angels could confidently claim to be his superior.
Except, of course, for a certain Kai who had no idea of his own limits.
"What is it?"
Lion El'Jonson patiently asked.
Although he was eager to cross the forest and enter the Webway, he was always willing to spare a little more patience for Corswain.
Of course, Corswain wasted no words either.
He raised a hand and tossed over something that looked like a cloth pouch.
Lion El'Jonson caught it easily with one hand. The pouch was light, almost weightless.
"What is this?"
"Support from Lord Rowan."
Corswain's voice was like his swordsmanship, stripped of all unnecessary ornament as he answered crisply.
"Wonderful Little Gadgets-that's what he called them. You'll be very familiar with where most of them came from: treasures from the Legion's forbidden arsenal, provided as support specifically for this mission."
The moment he finished speaking, the surrounding Redeemed Angels turned almost simultaneously to give Corswain murderous death stares.
What?
You told an outsider all the Legion's secrets?
What kind of Dark Angel are you?
You're a disgrace to us all!
But remembering that this man was Corswain,