>>13792869His idle thoughts, his rage and fury, all of it would be sharpened to a fine point with this focus. This Dreamcatcher had belonged to Sergeant Iskander himself.
He hung it above his head before sitting down, ready to start his rest cycle. The Emperor's Nightmare Chapter had been the butt of more than one joke among other Marines. Some sneered that the Nightmares were of no use considering their mutation. But Adelphos knew his own capabilities, and more than one foe had felt the teeth of his chainsword. It could not be denied however, that his brothers grabbed elusive sleep whenever possible. Any respite, any chance would be taken without a second thought. It was a small joke that for the Nightmares, their free time was rest time. Every few seconds of fervered sleep meant more seconds to fight, and more time to stave off his inevitable collapse.
He breathed in deeply before Adelphos began his prayers.
"My Emperor, I give you now my offerings, let this darkness consume me, for your light will ensure its failure. Let your glory fill my limbs, and may my wrath consume your foes," he murmured.
