(Thanks to the generous Wuyuan Yuanfen for the 3,000-yuan donation and the "God-tier Certification" gift. An extra update has now been posted.)
The Vengeful Spirit, flagship of the Sons of Horus Legion.
Everything in the spacious corridor remained as it had always been.
Dark metal plates still covered the towering vaulted ceiling, gleaming dully beneath the dim lights.
The Insignia of the Sons of Horus Legion was set into the walls. That open eye seemed to watch every warrior who passed through the shadows.
Black granite statues stood every few paces along both sides of the corridor, depicting the heroes who had served under the Primarch over the years.
The low hum of machinery and the busy footsteps of the crew drifted from farther away. Everything ran in perfect order, like a finely tuned machine.
Brutus strode down the corridor. He wore a suit of dark green Power Armour, its plates engraved with Legion motifs and battle honours, the Insignia of the Sons of Horus emblazoned on his pauldrons.
His strides were steady and powerful, his armoured boots striking a measured rhythm against the metal floor.
As he walked, he quickly scanned the information on his Dataslate, sliding his other hand along its edge to contact another member of the Four Kings Council.
As the newly appointed Company Captain of the First Company who had succeeded Abaddon, he bore immense responsibility. Every day brought an endless stream of matters requiring his personal review and decisions.
Just then, Brutus rounded a corner and came face-to-face with someone.
It was a Space Marine in dark Power Armour, its painted plates bearing a raven emblem, the symbol of the Raven Guard Legion.
His Helmet concealed his entire face, with only its Visor reflecting an eerie blue glow in the dim light.
He stood