Where's Cypher?

Cypher.

More than a name, it was a title used to describe the leader of the Fallen Angels.

He was a figure shrouded in shadow, every movement hidden in mystery.

The Dark Angels had hunted Cypher for ten thousand years. Every failed capture left the Dark Angels' high command frustrated.

But they had to keep hunting until not a single Fallen Angel remained anywhere in the Milky Way. Only then could the Dark Angels serve The Emperor without reservation.

"His influence is growing, and the difficulty of covering things up has risen sharply," Azrael said gravely. At the end of the forty-first millennium, Cypher had gradually changed from an obscure rumor circulating within the Imperium into a legend.

A mysterious loner fighting for freedom, the savior of Pallas, a bandit in the Horizon Uprising, and most recently, the Voice of The Emperor whispered of throughout the Cadia Sector.

Ezekiel agreed with Azrael as well. He had already purified the minds of far too many people in the know with psychic power and bolt shells.

"Though we still do not know Cypher's exact location, experience accumulated over ten thousand years has confirmed one thing. Wherever there is chaos, Cypher and his damned Fallen Angels are surely hiding in the shadows," Azrael continued. "Next, the Dark Angels will fight on every unrest-torn world in the Cadia Sector, capture the Fallen Angels, and make them repent for their actions."

"Repent!" Azmodai roared. Beneath his helmet, brutality and hatred blazed fiercely from his eyes through the lenses.

The Inner Circle meeting ended amid the oaths.

On The Rock, Chapter Master Azrael watched holographic projections vanish one after another, then headed deeper into the pitch-black, gloomy corridors.

Countless secrets lay buried beneath the thick layers of stone. The walls lining the corridor were covered in