The men snapped into crisp lines, a well-oiled machine that millennia of specialized training had turned into an army no force in the galaxy could defeat … not even Shay'tan. Ready or not, it was time for him to take up the mantle the Emperor had laid across his shoulders. Commander. Of an unrecognized, and unacknowledged, fifth branch of the military. Black ops. This convoy did not exist.
'Find me that Holy Grail so all Angelics can follow their heart…'
He had a mission to complete and he would do it. Swallowing his fear, he unfurled his wings the way he had often seen Jophiel do whenever she addressed the troops, not raptor-like the way the other generals did, but with the grace and strength of a swan. He was her man, which is why she had chosen him. Which is why she had chosen all of
