We had a Valkyrie to catch an hour before dawn, and a fast trip up the Great Rift to Hive Secundus.

With a chance to stifle the Bloodthorn's grip on Gall, Five fights his way into another fallen city.

"The Inquisitor may be insane, but at least she earned her standing and had the inspiration to improve our position in the theater.”

Agrimunt didn’t seem offended by my remark. “Young man, what would you know about insanity?”

“Everything.”

She knew I spoke the truth.

A contentious meeting in Gall Primus leads to Five's next mission.

Chain of command be damned.

Five witnesses an execution in the overhive of Gall Primus, followed by a kidnapping that ignites a war with the inquisition.

Having returned the Guard's trenches around Gall Primus, Five reconnects with those that thought him lost.

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice, but we weren’t standing still.

Cut off and left for dead, Five must fight his way out of a fallen city. On the way, he meets bounty hunters and one lost little surprise.

A harrowing escape from an overrun hive city leaves Five in the most dire of straits.

Having fought his way to the underhive of Tertius, Paric finds that he isn't the only psyker in play.

Five and commissar Passingan take the longest of walks, infiltrating a fallen hive city.

Inquisitor Agrimunt was too smart to bite on my sour tone. “Five, you speak out of turn.”

“Whose turn is it, if not mine?” I harbored the folly of youth, the rage of battle, and the cloying stale scent of blood. To me, it was a method more than a state of being.