In the meditation chamber of the battleship Holy Blood, Raymond Vis knelt on the pitch-black alloy floor. He removed the gloves of his power armor, letting the rough-textured relief of scripture graze his knuckles until they bled. The holographic projectors hummed at the corners of the room, and Gu Hang's virtual image hadn't fully formed yet when the Living Saint already caught a hint of gunpowder smell—the unique aura of the Dark Side Expeditionary Army's commander.
"Percy Remonvis." The holographic image clarified amidst the tremors of Holy Blood's warp engine, Gu Hang's voice like polished titanium alloy. "I heard that you personally executed the archbishop of the Fourth Star Sector?"
"Seventeen heretic judges attempted to burn the New Teaching mission station with holy oil." The Living Saint's shoulder armor reflected the red glow of the skull candleholder, but his voice was more ethereal than the candlelight. "I granted them the Emperor's mercy."
