Only after boarding the transport did Sister Delia realize that rather few people were heading to Landes World this time.
Veterans and officers of the 37th Regiment, three warriors from the Space Wolves, Inquisitor Vissi and the Battle Sisters she led, along with representatives dispatched by other Space Marine Chapters.
Sister Delia greeted Kaiser Whitefang. With Lin Fan serving as a link between them, they had grown quite close. During the days Lin Fan had vanished on Armageddon, Delia had been muddle-headed and listless every day. It was only after Kaiser Whitefang and Wodhaus comforted her together that she recovered from her low spirits.
The aircraft departed the ship and flew toward Landes World.
The void receded farther and farther behind them, while the red planet before them steadily grew larger. Sister Delia rested her head by the window, using her electronic eye to analyze the planet's atmospheric data and determine what kind of world it was.
She kept feeling that when she had greeted Kaiser Whitefang earlier, those old, improper Space Wolves had worn strange, unreadable smiles.
She had thought the Emperor's Angels were all emotionless warriors, demigods who walked along the edge of hell. But through her interactions with the Space Wolves, Delia had discovered that these men were not as detached from worldly desires as she had imagined.
These Angels ate meals too, discussing how the day's rations tasted. In their free time, they pursued their own hobbies, carving enormous beast fangs or brewing their own Fenrisian mead.
During the days when Delia had been heartbroken beyond measure, Kaiser Whitefang had even let her take a sip. Delia had found it unbearably spicy the moment it entered her mouth, and after forcing it down, her stomach had felt as though it were on fire.
She had later