Space War: City of Light.

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Vault, Arx A

f a winged figure that some claimed was a likeness of the Angel Sanguinius. He had played memoriam since he was a neophyte and its complexity never ceased to relax him. His breath grew slower and deeper as

intense than Antros had ever seen him. Mephiston always maintained a reptilian stillness but this was different – harder, the quiet more ominous. It had only been a matter of months since the tech-priests had given Mephiston and Mariah their surgical blessings, cutting back their black

one of the blades into pla

ndered from the light of Holy Terror, left to stand watch over the darkness of Imperium Nihilus. And Mephiston and Mariah had invited Antros to play a game of memoriam. There was clearly something on his m

looking back at the game. After such a prolonged silen

t unlike the rest of the Chapter's, and Antros wondered if he had h

lived a natural, mortal life. What drew you to the Plac

long... I have... it is hard to remember what I was like as a morta

o reme

ort and brutal. But even there we knew of the war you were fighting on our behalf – the war of angels and daemons. The war in the heavens." he strained to recall his life before his elevation to the Blood Angels but it was like peering in

ks on Baal, Antros had harboured doubts about his great mentor, troubled by the wayward nature of his gift. Did Mephiston know he had once doubted him? Since the tech-priests had remade Mephist

' thoughts even if he was not reading them. "You certainly hav

thods of blood ritual. In the end, it came to nothing, but the research had changed his own mind – furthered his skills in ways he had not expected. He sensed that his powers now surpassed those of his other mentor, Gaius Rhacelus. Mephiston

accusation in Mephiston'

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do know that you and me on this mission i

knew the Chief Librarian would not have predicted. It was not always wise to surprise Mephiston,

ght flicker in his eyebrow was the only indicat

ence dr

p into the hidden, smoke-filled vaults overhead. Each of the drawers bore a brass plate, inscribed with delicate script. Th

t, oiled runners. Light flashed on his face as he reached in and lifted out a long

tius," said Mephisto

a staff,

Chief Librarian's. And one of the most learned. He im

noured... I..." He shook his head feeling even more ashamed of t

aning that Antros could not grasp. There was an uncharacteristic look in his eyes. It took Antros a moment to realise that it was conce

unsure ho

er. "I understand y

all he had seen, he found it hard to meet the Chief

tinued Mephiston."When the

e seen this visions that haunted him – the childish, vainglorious dreams in which he s

hest armour, full of pride. "I

his hand and the memoriam set folded itself away, chiming

Antros with words that might have

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