"My dear Invincible Reason, I'm back again."
Curze rematerialized within the teleportation beam. The Night Haunter braced one hand against the ground and slowly rose from his crouch. He smugly shook out his daemon cloak and strode down the vast passageway.
Although he had promised Lox not to deal lethal blows to the Lion's sons, he had no intention of acting covertly. Curze had his own unique logic, after all.
"I came here to infiltrate. But if I knock out everyone who sees me, then that still counts as infiltration."
Curze looked at his old companions in his hands, hesitated for a moment, then put Mercy and Forgiveness away.
His fists would be enough for the Dark Angels' little ones. That irritating Calibanite big cat was not aboard the ship anyway.
The once-crowded Invincible Reason now seemed somewhat deserted. The vast majority of the Astartes and mortal crew had been transferred to the Legion's new flagship, leaving only a small number behind to operate and guard this Gloriana.
"If I had Corax's psychic stealth, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. The Emperor really wasn't fair. Why did Corax have things I didn't?"
Curze had always envied his Raven brother—not merely for his true stealth abilities, but because their lives had followed similar yet entirely different paths.
Deep down, Curze had even imagined whether he might have had a completely different fate if he had fallen upon Deliverance instead.
Corax possessed that good possibility Curze had always imagined.
"That old bastard Lion even moved the Invincible Reason's Machine Spirit? This ship had a glorious record in battle. How could he treat her like this?"
Konrad keenly sensed the changes in the Invincible Reason. He had once roamed every corner of the battleship and had even been able to