In the silent private cabin, Soshyan gradually fell into sleep.
Whether in a dream or in reality, the ethereal church bells reached his ears, followed by chants and prayers.
Soshiyang was not disturbed in any way. Instead, his body became soothed and his limbs gradually relaxed...
The deep voice of the priest and the beautiful singing of the choir did not seem to stop as time passed, but continued to echo around, becoming more and more ethereal.
Soshyan's ears were filled with this beautiful music, and he couldn't help but sob.
Although his eyelids tried to fill with tears, they never could, leaving him feeling unbearably dry.
He felt himself lighter, even lighter than when he was in the void, and his soul seemed to be about to leave the shackles of his body.
Soshyan's breathing became calmer, and sleep kept pouring into his mind, as thick and heavy as the mire in the swamp.
His consciousness was filled with images so real that Soshyan accepted them as reality.
While drifting, he returned to the mansion of the past. His parents were looking at him, the wind gently playing with their clothes.
"Father! Mother!"
Soshyan couldn't help shouting loudly, and his father was watching him, hugging his wife's shoulders tightly.
His mother, the mother who hugged him countless times in dreams, smiled and nodded to him.
"You are already an angel, my son."
She waved her hands and said with a smile:
"Spread your wings and fly, fly."
Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the sky behind her.
The music grew softer and softer, like the music of heaven, and surely not even the voice of the Emperor himself could have been sweeter.
However, he was not able to fly. Instead, he began to fall, falling deeper and deeper into the bottomless abyss——
Then he saw himself.
He saw him on another ship, a capital ship of some kind, clinging to the railing of the command throne, successfully coordinating an operation to eliminate a group of traitors in the orbital station.
The joy of victory and cold determination rolled in his heart.
He won his first victory as Chapter Master——
He continued to fall.
See him standing among his brothers, with a medal on his chest, on a dais, facing the applauding recruits, in a glorious, echoing marble chamber.
He is young, his body is no longer as shriveled as before, but powerful and full of vitality.
Excited joy filled his thoughts.
The fall continues.
The young man with an indifferent expression was accepting congratulations from many people. Groups of people passed by him, shaking hands with him and taking photos with him. The gorgeous graduation uniform looked out of place on him.
He was so silent, but only he could taste the excitement in his heart.
He has passed the selection.
Finally, it will all come to an end.
He fell into a forgotten corner.
In a room lit by flickering candles.
The current Superman is just a child, wearing simple, childish clothes, curled up on a small bed.
He was crying, trying to muffle his sobs with one hand, while the other was clutching a toy, a metal statue of an Astartes missing an arm.
He is still so young and his thoughts are almost like those of a newborn.
The only impressions that occupy his senses are those that have become fixed - warmth, comfort, and love.
My father’s encouraging voice, my mother’s safe embrace.
Suddenly, a hand pressed on Soshyan's shoulder, causing him to wake up.
He turned around from facing the wall and saw Thor standing bent over his bed without a helmet, his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I didn't knock."
Although the other party said so, Soshyan knew that it was not easy to enter his room. Thor must have used other methods - such as finding a certain technical priest.
But in any case, since the other party broke in like this, it meant that something had happened that he had to solve.
Soshyan sweeps those heavy emotional burdens into the corners of the soul.
He once again became the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights.
"Instructor Saul, what happened?"
Soshyan rubbed his sore face, sat up from the bed, and put his legs on the edge of the bed - he was not wearing power armor now.
"Nothing."
Under Soshyan's confused eyes, Sol pulled a chair from the side and sat on it.
"I just heard something."
Soshyan froze for a moment, then put down his hand.
"I've already taken care of those things. You don't need to devote too much attention to it. The primary selection of new recruits is about to begin. You are the main planner and you have to be prepared."
"There are still three days left."
Thor smiled and patted the other party's shoulder.
"What I want to say is, Alexey, you don't need to blame yourself too much, you are a good boy."
"yes."
Soshyan also laughed.
"Soshyan Alexey is a good kid."
Of course Thor understood Soshyan's ridicule, and he shook his head.
"You know what I mean. You are their pride. Your departure may make them disappointed and even painful, but you are definitely what they are happy to see today."
Soshyan's chuckle turned into a real laugh, and he kept laughing until his dry eyes were moist.
For the first time since he became an angel and became Superman, tears appeared in his eyes.
Then, his laughter stopped, and both of them fell into silence.
ten minutes later--
"Instructor Sol, am I very weak?"
"Why do you say that."
"We are taught that we should abandon all mortal thoughts, restraints and desires, including memories of our past. Human nature is our weakness."
"Well--"
Sol crossed his arms, leaned back on the chair, and nodded slightly.
"Soshyan, let me ask you a question. Do you think the Great Rebellion occurred because too much humanity grew in the minds of those Astartes?"
Soshyan was speechless for a moment.
"Are those massacres and destructions all because they are too human?"
Thor shook his head.
"No, on the contrary, most of the traitors I know are inhumane scum."
As he spoke, he put his hands on Soshyan's shoulders, bringing the two closer.
"Remember, although human nature is our weakness, it is also human nature that makes us warriors, not mere weapons. Those traitors just embraced their desires, but this is not the reason for us to abandon human nature. You know that there is no real human nature at all. What are those things? You must know because you have faced them before.”
Soshyan nodded, of course he had faced it.
Those soulless mechanical necromancers, in a sense, they are.
"So you have to remember the things that make you cry and remember their value instead of forgetting... one day, they will help you."
