Leman Russ did his best to recount the apocalyptic wars that had taken place in the Warhammer world in plain, humorous terms, framing those painful memories as conflicts between family members.
The hatred and misunderstandings between brothers that had spanned ten thousand years became nothing more than a few weeks of cold war in his telling, with a few bruising fistfights thrown in.
Only Magnus could savor the true bitterness behind it all. The few bystanders before them, ignorant of the truth, merely let out ladylike chuckles at Leman Russ's wit. They discovered that the icy Leman Russ was not some stern, ponderous old relic.
At Rhodes Island, only a few people ever chatted with Leman Russ. One was Nearl, whom he had rescued personally. Another was Red, who acted on something like animal instinct. That young Lupo girl often used brief, simple sentences to describe the sense of familiarity Leman Russ gave her.
"This is the understanding between wolves."
The four-winged aircraft finally arrived in Columbia, a fresh, young nation. That much was obvious from the look of its cities.
Kazimierz's cities had a strange style that forcibly mashed together the modern age and the Middle Ages. Bluish brick walls and reinforced concrete buildings refused to yield to one another, creating an uncomfortable visual clash.
Columbia's urban style was more harmonious. Towering buildings were covered in one-way sun-shading glass. These square structures possessed a neat sort of beauty, while their interior layouts were exceptionally efficient under the architects' designs.
Utility poles stood along the broad, orderly streets, delivering energy to every household. Air-conditioning vents could be seen atop nearly every building.
The cost of living here was surely exorbitant, but it was quite worthwhile for the convenience brought by technology.
From Rhodes Island's operators, who came from all corners