"So what's your plan?"
Thor remembered Mjolnir. Its current owner, Daisy, was out "traveling" in a brown hooded cloak, following closely behind Efferal a few steps ahead as they trudged deeper into the Sahara Desert, one foot sinking deeper than the other.
Several hundred people dressed the same way followed behind her, winding across the dunes like a long serpent.
It was nighttime in the Eastern Hemisphere, but dawn had already arrived here. The temperature rose quickly, and coarse sand swept up by the wind made Daisy feel as though calluses were about to form on the backs of her hands.
A sucking sound came from beneath Efferal's cloak, like air passing through a narrow tube. She was drinking orange soda through a straw.
Having grown accustomed to life on this Earth, Efferal had promoted the drink among her sisters after becoming the order's leader. There was no fruit in the Mars Convent, and ordinary Battle Sisters in the past had not belonged to any class that could enjoy fruit. This sweet liquid had therefore quickly become popular.
Some had wondered whether it was another form of indulgence. If they became addicted to soda, could they fall under Slaanesh's control?
But Efferal said this was the Marvel Universe, where the claws of Chaos fiends could not reach. Besides, using a relatively healthy hobby to occupy one's thoughts would instead strengthen everyone's resistance to other temptations.
More importantly, the Emperor allowed them this tiny pleasure. Drinking a beverage for some flavoring and preservatives, then letting out a burp afterward, was still nowhere near the realm of indulging in bodily pleasures.
The other reasons were really beside the point. The Emperor's permission was all that mattered. Even ordinary planetary defense soldiers could smoke and drink; as Battle Sisters fighting on the front