You Really Do Look Like Father

"My lord, we've arrived," Phoros said.

Lin En nodded. "Mm. Prepare to land."

The Transport Shuttle adjusted its angle and slowly descended outside the main gate of Arx Angelicum.

The Lamenters were excited. It was their first time on Baal, and they were already thinking about how they should step off the shuttle.

Lin En looked down through the viewport. The welcoming party was already waiting outside Arx Angelicum.

Red Power Armor stood in two rows on the red sand, its wearers holding aloft the Chapter's sacred banners.

The wind was strong, snapping the banners. Someone stood at the head of the formation, straight-backed, looking up as the Transport Shuttle descended.

The Lord Regent had probably spoken to Dante in advance. Judging by the red Master-crafted Power Armor and the wings on its back, Dante himself had come with the Sanguinary Guard.

They were certainly being treated as important guests.

The landing gear touched down and sank into Baal's sand.

The hatch opened, and dry air, Baal's wind, and sand all rushed in at once.

Baal's environment was as harsh as ever.

But it felt so familiar.

Delighted, Lin En stepped through the hatch.

Valerian and Carl followed him. The two Adeptus Custodes stood like black walls, guarding either side of him.

Phoros and Calix came right behind them, followed by four company captains and several veteran Lamenters.

Lin En looked up at the welcoming formation.

Oh!

Louis Dante, a Son of Sanguinius and Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.

He stood at the front in his signature golden Master-crafted Power Armor. Gilded patterns covered its surface, and the winged emblem of Sanguinius was cast upon its chest.

Imperial Astartes generally bore the Imperial skull and Aquila on their chests. Only Dante bore the Blood of Sanguinius on his.

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