Using a translater，excuse my poor English...＞＜

Dark Angel in Arknights

Cypher using dual swords

the morning at the subsidiary company

from left to right:

Zahariel & Corswain & Nemiel

p2:day2,Corswain: Wasn't that a dream?

Lupus Cypher & Zahariel

‘My lord, your Watchers have abandoned you.’ Zahariel stepped forward, an arm’s length from his rival. The eyes behind the visor were filled with fear, not anger.

‘You have no sword.’ As Zahariel said the words, the energy of Caliban snaked along Lord Cypher’s blade, turning it to rust that fell to the floor. ‘Show me your face.’

Tendrils of green power ripped the mask from the warrior’s helm. Zahariel took a step back, surprised by his recognition of the face beneath it. ‘A secret well kept,’ he murmured. ‘One that you need not keep much longer. On your knees.’

Psychic power scythed through Lord Cypher’s legs, shattering bone within the flesh. With a pained cry he fell forward to all fours, head bowed before Zahariel.

‘You damn… yourself… and all… of Caliban,’ Lord Cypher whispered between pained grunts. ‘You know nothing… of the… price… of Chaos.’

‘Make sure the body is not found,’ Zahariel told his Mystai as he turned away. ‘Only the stones will remember him.’

‘We must hurry,’ said Azrael, looking at Ezekiel. ‘We have to block the breach. Move the fleet and the Rock to stem the tide until we can break through.’

The Supreme Grand Master started to pace, eyes locked on Tuchulcha. ‘You cannot speak but you can still understand me. I need you to m–’

‘Say no more!’ Ezekiel swung his blade at Azrael’s chest. Instinct caused the Lord of the Rock to raise the Sword of Secrets to block it. As the two blades clashed, the Supreme Grand Master looked into the psyker’s eye, feeling himself drenched in golden energy.