Rorschach sat atop the Metal Throne, using his massive body to handle Tyberus's extensive internal fleet affairs.
On the metal floor below the throne, Auto-Servitor Robots with mechanical tentacles waving back and forth served as messengers and scribes.
They periodically filed and passed along sheets of parchment, or destroyed them on the spot into countless fine particles of dust.
Not long afterward, having finished dealing with a large amount of fleet business, Rorschach waved a hand and dismissed all the Auto-Servitor Robots from his sight.
The vast, empty palace interior once again sank into its usual silence.
Rorschach shifted his sitting position within the Vibranium Power Armor. After exhaling through his nose and mouth, he slowly closed his eyes, intending to rest for a moment.
Buzzz—
But at that moment, a sudden low hum made Rorschach snap open his eyes, which churned with Psykic Power!
In an instant, his normally inactive psychic precognition began operating entirely on its own!
Rorschach's field of vision rapidly expanded.
He even felt as though his consciousness had pierced directly through the immensely thick metal bulkheads and arrived in the boundless, frigid void!
At the same time, as Rorschach looked around, he seemed to see a gigantic black hole standing abruptly within his field of vision, crazily collapsing inward and absorbing all surrounding matter and light!
Immediately afterward, countless agonized screams from mortals and Eldar rang in Rorschach's ears.
These terrifying cries, like wails from hell, seemed to rise wave after wave.
When Rorschach, his eyes wide open, could no longer endure them and wanted to unleash an angry roar from the depths of his chest to fight back—
The omnipresent screams and wails of pain abruptly vanished without a trace!
The next second, deep within the frigid void, before a dazzling Webway portal.
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