Familiar Feeling

"Yilafren! Handle it properly!"

The last time Lin Fan had said those words was on Armageddon, when he and the green soldiers of the 37th Regiment had been sitting in a drop pod, with the inexperienced Sister Delia at the controls.

Now they were speeding through the Webway. Yilafren piloted the Void Phoenix Fighter borrowed from Biel-Tan, dodging massive crystals that had inexplicably sprouted within the Webway.

Ghoul-things and other Webway monsters pursued them from behind. Lin Fan could deal with those things easily enough, but there was clearly no need to waste time here.

"We're almost there. We just need to charge out through this breach!"

"Really? This place looks every bit as awful as Commorragh's Dysjunction zones!" Jaghatai braced himself against the wall and stood firm. He had fought tooth and nail to escape his administrative duties.

As for Perturabo and Rogal Dorn, there was no need to mention them. So long as their offices faced each other, the two of them would naturally erupt with endless enthusiasm for work.

Because of his guilt, Fulgrim was also quite obedient when it came to Oedmeir's arrangements.

But from Jaghatai's observations, the way Fulgrim looked at Oedmeir had been getting increasingly strange these past few days.

No, it was not just Fulgrim. Even Dorn, that Stone, showed Oedmeir a somewhat different attitude.

Respect, caution, obedience, and beneath that gentleness, a faint delight at having gained recognition.

Oedmeir's busy figure in a white lab coat had the three primarchs utterly entranced. But it was not sexual attraction. It was more like... more like an attachment to a mother.

Seriously, why was that? Why did Fulgrim and Perturabo, two unyielding primarchs, immediately short-circuit and reveal bashful smiles whenever Oedmeir wore a full scientific uniform and merely smiled at them?

Dorn would also