[wind howling]
Lord...
Father, give me strength.
[Lord Mephiston] Tell me... brother,
what strength is it you seek?
My Lord Mephiston, I did not...
[Lord Mephiston] What strength?
Answer me!
Strength to face the...
It is the blood, my lord, I feel it.
[Lord Mephiston] Say it.
Within me, a darkness, a...
Say it...
Rage.
Yes.
The Black Rage is within us all, Kazarion.
I am to leave the Chapter and serve with the Deathwatch.
To stand in battle with those not of the Angel.
What of my brothers? My place is with them.
Lies offer no shield against the inevitable.
You speak of shedding the crimson armor of brotherhood
to don the black of duty...
But it is the black of rage that you shall wear
when the darkness comes for you.
That is why you come and whisper pleas for strength.
That is what you fear.
Do you really think that even the strength of Angels
can save you?
Do you think it saved Calistarius?
My lord.
I do not know what to do.
What else is there?
There is nothing you can do.
[suspenseful music]
Our gift is a curse delayed
and nothing more.
There is the blood and there is nothing else.
[orchestral music]
The Captain's signal leads this way.
[Armino] It is by the grace of Sanguinius he made it this far.
Orpheo is one of our strongest.
[Rafael] His spirit is forged of adamant.
[Kazarion] Temper your expectations, his honour guard lie dead.
[Ancaeus] Do not condemn him without true cause.
[Kazarion] Do not let hope blind you to the threats that must lie ahead.
We are Angels of Light...
...but the darkness is real.
It is time, my brothers and sisters.
Prey walk the place of our birth.
The false angels are resilient.
But they shall be broken.
[cheers and hissing]
They are divided.
We are the many and the one.
We are the children of the many-armed god
that embraces all.
And we shall consume them.
Go.
[running footsteps]
This is the source of the signal.
By the Angel!
The Captain fought bloodied and alone.
They threw an army at him. Yet he made them pay over and again.
And yet there is no sign of him.
-Then he lived... -He did not walk away from this.
What is it?
Furrows through the filth. The ground is marked.
The debris displaced.
An armoured body was dragged from here.
They took him?
Then why leave Leonas and the others where they fell?
They took him as a trophy.
No. No, they would have taken his arm, too.
[Ancaeus] For what purpose?
What does it matter? The trail leads this way.
Come! We are wasting time.
[thunder crashing]
[water dripping]
You go to our shackled siblings.
The hour of our flight to the stars approaches.
It cannot be lost. The many-armed god awaits us.
We cannot allow the Unclean to keep us from its embrace.
They are impure.
And against the false angels even the impure of our flesh
shall find purpose.
[growling]
[muffled growling]
[grunting]
[snarls]
Hush... Hush now.
There is beauty in you.
You were to be left here, chained
while we seek the embrace of the many-armed god in the stars.
No...
No, you are not to be pitied.
You were born imperfect, but...
even in you there is the shadow of divinity...
[machine whirring]
Hunt!
[growling]
More enemy dead.
Perhaps we should not have been so quick to count the Captain out.
I warned you against the fog of hope.
Look again at the wounds on these corpses.
I stand in error.
The power field on the Captain's blade
-could not have done this. -Then...?
We've seen no evidence of loyalists on this world.
Perhaps the enemy turned on one another.
Punishment for some failure, or a surge of infighting?
More likely whoever has the Captain's body was defending their prize.
Must you press the worst?
It serves us ill to turn from truths that you cannot bear.
-[Ancaeus] I- -[Rafael] It is unwise
to dwell on the nature or intent of the Xenos.
But understand this,
until we find a corpse or die in the trying,
the Captain's light endures.
It seems improbable that anyone was able to drag the Captain this far.
And yet here we are, brother.
I would not underestimate the beasts and terrors that stalk this universe.
Emperor knows, the Captain has slain his share of them.
Do you remember our mission on the Black Moon of Cradus?
An ambush of greenskins.
Their warlord was a mountain of iron and sinew.
Orpheo was a good Sergeant. He was...
That was a long time ago.
And long too since my brother Kazarion spoke with me as such.
-What happened to you? -Do not press me on this.
I see the face I knew, but not the brother who wore it.
[clicking]
You speak to me of brotherhood, Ancaeus.
Yet I was sacrificed to duty when I most needed the bonds of blood.
You were honoured by being sent to the Deathwatch.
And I honoured the Chapter with my service.
And you return a stranger, a shadow with contempt in his hearts.
You cannot understand the darkness, the thirst...
We all bear the curse of our gifts.
But not alone!
I did not want to go, brother.
I did not have the strength to face it alone.
And now...
...now I fear the darkness will take me.
[loud hiss]
Stop. Something stirs...
Oh, at last!
[footsteps intensifying]
[growling]
[gunfire]
Burn them!
[shrieking]
Blood for blood!
Let them feel our wrath, brothers!
[gunfire]
[ominous music]
[chainsword revving]
Tiro, clear the passage to the flank.
Aye, Sergeant!
We are the Angels of Death!
Advance, my brothers!
[gunfire]
You kill well today, brother.
Something is coming...
[thud]
Coro!
For Sanguinius!
[growling]
[hissing]
[fires blazing]
Drive them back!
[chainsword revving]
Kazarion! No!
In blood you are born!
[chainsword revving]
In blood you are armoured!
[slam]
Rafael!
No. No!
[wind blowing]