dadx6 wrote:1 - hammers
2 - Scions
3 - planets
4 - crashed
5 - promethium
6 - led
7 - red
8 - bird
The wounded Space Marine surveyed the aftermath of the battle. Shattered remains of
hammers and
Scions were scattered everywhere. In the air lingered the faint scent of burning
planets. He surveyed his broken armor and thought "I should not have
crashed from that building."
In the distance, guardsmen led by Ministorum Priests could be heard chanting littanies of victory over the defeated
Promethium cultists. "Tomorrow, I shall never again
lead on this world" he thought, and reflected how
red his lost Battle Brothers and been before the conflict. As he thought of each of their names he looked around and picked up the scant remains of a
bird and said alloud "This shall be a trophy of the battle and a memorial to the fallen!"