Plague War: The Emperor's Will!

In the upper decks of the Tyrant-class Cruiser Sea Serpent.

Under the scattered glow of the desolate corridor lights.

The massive Rorschach slowly drove his Vibranium Power Armor forward.

He had just activated the special stealth talent jokingly called "Invisible Person," brushing past patrol squads from the Silver Skulls and the Great White.

Before long, Rorschach, moving at a steady pace, finally reached a medical station.

Aside from the Astartes undergoing Mechanical Prosthetic reattachment surgeries or applying for panacea to restore lost limbs.

Rorschach spotted her almost immediately, under Jessica's careful care.

The Black-haired Girl, cautiously gnawing on a protein energy bar.

In truth, if she had merely been a vessel of will chosen by The Emperor.

Rorschach, who had grown ever more detached from his humanity, would not have cared much. At most, he would have mourned her sacrifice for a few seconds.

But the Black-haired Girl before him possessed a pair of violet eyes.

A pair of familiar eyes Rorschach dared not forget, no matter what.

Yet Rorschach stood there for a long while without driving his Vibranium Power Armor forward.

After taking one last look at the nameless girl as she began speaking with Jessica, he turned and left without hesitation.

About ten minutes later, inside an ancient ceremonial hall aboard the Sea Serpent's flagship.

Rorschach tilted his head slightly upward and stared at the enormous Emperor Statue, more than ten meters tall, before him.

"I have a guess I want to tell you. If you don't want to hear it, then don't manifest before me."

"Her soul—I mean Zhuoya's soul—has become the handiest tool in your hands, hasn't it? Or perhaps her soul was shattered into countless fragments long ago, and you placed them into more people, turning them into psychic puppets you can control all