"Hmph. There are plenty of things you don't know. Tell me at once why you came looking for me, or don't blame me for showing no mercy and slaughtering you False Emperor's dogs where you stand!"
Tyberos's face was grim, his gaze as cold as ice as he stared unblinkingly at Farahel and the others before him, as though his eyes could pierce their very souls.
He had once been utterly loyal to that exalted Emperor, but that reverence had long since vanished. All that remained was awe for the Lord of the Stars.
"This is truly unexpected. So the rumors circulating throughout the Provence Sector were real after all. It seems you really have defected to the traitor currently leading an army against the Provence Sector."
Farahel's face was filled with astonishment. After hearing Tyberos's words, he instantly realized that the information he had secretly overheard from the Astropaths conversing in private within the Provence Sector had not been baseless.
"That is correct. I have surrendered, and now I wish only to follow the great Lord of the Stars unto death."
Faced with Farahel's questioning, Tyberos made no attempt to conceal anything. He openly and frankly admitted it on the spot.
"Enough nonsense! Tell me, what exactly did you come to me for? Space Marine of the Dark Angels."
Tyberos lowered his head slightly and looked down upon Farahel from on high, demanding an answer in a low, imposing voice.
To Tyberos's surprise, however, Farahel answered with a bitter expression, "No, I am not a member of the Dark Angels. I am one of The Fallen."
"The Fallen?" Tyberos looked at Farahel in astonishment, his heart filled with confusion and doubt.
He simply could not understand when such a baffling title as The Fallen had emerged within the renowned