Although Ferrus Manus could not remain at the White Scars' side like Jaghatai, learning that their Primarch father had become the leader of the Imperium's mysterious Legion of the Damned was still excellent news.
Stunus nodded almost imperceptibly, and a rare trace of a smile appeared on that savage face covered in metal tubes.
He strode past with his head held high, unaware of the jealous figure lurking in the shadows.
"Alas..." Colvin sighed in a corner. The Iron Hands and the White Scars had both found their fathers, while theirs remained nowhere in sight.
"Father... where exactly are you? Please guide us..." Colvin prayed sorrowfully, his lips moving without making a sound.
In the darkness, Konrad Curze witnessed Colvin's vulnerable side. He had no interest in helping Corax's descendant escape the whirlpool of melancholy. One fact disgusted Curze: the resemblance between himself and Corax.
The same long, straight black hair, the same icy aura. Beyond their pale skin, the only difference was that Curze decorated his armor with human skin, while Corax used the dark feathers of birds.
Curze judged the timing and quietly passed by Colvin. His claws came within mere millimeters of Colvin's throat, yet even then, Colvin failed to notice that there was a second person in the shadows.
He moved through the darkness in the corners, passing precisely through the crowd's blind spots. Curze watched humans, T'au, and Aeldari coexist, comparing their present fates with the prophecies in his memories.
Curze pointed at a human soldier from the expeditionary force standing by a pool and watching the fountain display. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, matching the soldier's face to an image from the prophecy.
At this moment, he should have been lying battered and wounded in a dark corner of a