There was always a bunch of gray fellows barging into my mind, but I did not mind them.
The prayers of humanity across the galaxy were countless, but only the prayers of the Grey Knights reliably reached Evan's mind.
He could see almost every Grey Knight's entire life, because they prayed no matter what they did, and the Emperor watched them at all times.
In that respect, even the Navigators' prayers and "Anti-Daemon Vision" could not compare with the Grey Knights.
And now, a group of Grey Knights was very close to him.
One was especially close.
"I have never been so powerful, nor so close to death. I can calculate the exact second I will die.
"I am a miserly master, carefully budgeting my own soul, trying to carve out an Anchor Claw bit by bit with my remaining life, fashion it into an anchor, and hold fast to this out-of-control daemon vessel ahead."
Angel DeWyn held on for an unimaginably long time. The Grey Knights finished reciting an entire Hymn of the Emperor and looked up, often finding that the light on the altar had not changed at all.
The last Astartes Perpetual held on so long that the Grey Knights' morale soared. When only one pillar of light remained on the altar, they even began to hesitate over whether they should perform the next sacrifice immediately.
The Adeptus Custodes around them were dwindling. The Grey Knights keenly noticed this: the number of Custodians on roaming patrols had not changed, but fewer remained at their fixed posts.
The Grey Knights slit their veins once more and collected some of their vital blood for the Adeptus Custodes. There was nothing else they could do.
Angel DeWyn was forced to expend more of his own soul's power. The Grand