Soul Drinkers 06 - Phalanx

  furnaces of the Inquisition.

  It would live on among the Sisters of Battle, too. It was not

  Aescarion’s place to judge the right or wrong of what Sarpedon had

  stood for – but it would not die when she could keep it alive. Even if

  only as a warning, the cautionary tale of Daenyathos who pulled

  puppet strings that almost threw the Imperium into a new age of

  darkness, she would remember.

  She turned away from the inscriptions and walked back towards the

  apothecarion, still unsteady. At Saturn, in the Inquisitorial dockyards

  of Iapetus, she could try to put her thoughts in order and decide how

  the story of Soul Drinkers should be passed on so it would remain

  intact among the currents of the future. But there were wounds that

  needed to heal first. She would decide that another day.

  The masons continued their inscribing as Aescarion walked away,

  carving the story of the Soul Drinkers into the stone among the lists of

  the dead.