An Artifact Left Behind

Cold, shivering.

Sitting inside the Land Raider transport, Cain sneezed violently. Even his thick Commissar coat could not block the biting chill, forcing him to huddle closer to his comrade beside him.

Perhaps it was because he was too close, but Sigma felt a deep aversion to this glib-tongued Commissar. He couldn't shake the feeling that this guy was nothing like the rumors suggested; instead, he was a seasoned, slippery veteran through and through.

But the weather was simply too cold, and the crew had no choice but to huddle together for warmth. No matter how much Sigma disliked it, he was trapped in the crowd, serving as a human furnace.

"Brother, you're so warm! I feel so comfortable."

Hearing the Krieg soldier subconsciously blurt that out, Sigma's face darkened, his golden psychic energy nearly flickering out from the shock.

It would have been fine in the past, but ever since he met Emperor and learned that he was actually a fragment of His personality, Sigma had developed an inexplicable fear of such ambiguous remarks, as if he had committed some illicit deeds in a former life.

"Bang, bang."

Accompanied by the sound of metal striking metal, the transport door was opened from the outside. A massive dog-like head poked in, addressing the group currently enjoying their "brotherly" warmth:

"We've arrived. Get moving, or you'll freeze into popsicles. Roll call, now."

"Sigma." "Here!"

"Cain." "Here!"

"nz678." "Here!"

"47." "Here."

Hearing that there was someone else besides the three of them, Sigma poked his head out, wanting to see who this teammate who hadn't appeared until now actually was.

When he saw the teammate, Sigma didn't even think; he raised his bolt pistol and fired, but the bolt round was swatted out of the air by a steel palm burning with