C'tan Possesses Asava

While Azek Ahriman was searching the ruins of Zarukin, Hathor Mhat and Asava also arrived at the site.

Nicole Ashkali is the guide for the Thousand Sons and the Senior Conservator of Antiquities on Dawn Star.

She was originally from Terra, but has now fully embraced Dawn Star culture and has become a native in her mind.

Ashkali's iron-grey hair was tied up with a patterned headscarf, and his voice came from his respirator.

"I led the excavation of the Zarukin site, but this is the first time I've learned that an ancient colonial ship is also hidden here."

Her deep-set emerald eyes stared in astonishment at the enormous creature that emerged from the billowing dust.

Hathor gripped his staff tightly and sent a Thought Impulse to Asava:

"We are approaching a geomagnetic storm area; we should report our progress to the Primarch."

Asava nodded, gazing at the mountains to the east, where the dazzling light of a giant magnetic storm was sweeping across the peaks.

The unpredictable weather system of Dawn Star could not possibly determine where the storm would be driven.

The Distortion light shone on Asava, and the pale ivory white of the Thousand Sons's serpentine star emblem adorned his left shoulder armor.

Embedded within the emblem are gazing eyes.

That's the emblem of the "Pavoni Cult".

Asava first sent a Thought Impulse to the Primarch, and then sent a briefing through the communication channel.

The dust and debris stirred up by the lightning swirled into furious columns of dust, roaring hundreds of meters into the air.

The Thousand Sons' group carefully bypassed the dust pillar and headed towards the direction of the C'tan.

Lightning bolts and pillars of dust collided, unleashing a mushroom cloud of fire.

Another clump followed closely behind, the rubble soaring high into the air, carried by the rotating airflow and the twisting magnetic field.

Asava's adjutant, Phosis T'kar of the "Falcon Sect," suddenly raised his hand, unleashing a torrent of Telekinesis.

Rumble!

The continuous, massive tremors collided and erupted amidst the ruins.

T'kar's Psychic Shield flickered for a while before the booming gradually subsided.

A biting wind swept in from the mountains, scraping against the armor of the Thousand Sons.

A geomagnetic storm vortex, accompanied by dark clouds, loomed over the team.

The torrential rain lashed down, lashing against the Power Armor.

T'kar did not continue to maintain the Psychic Shield; compared to the previous explosion, the torrential rain posed a much smaller threat to the Thousand Sons.

The rain washed away the dust from the Power Armor, making Hathor and his Brightfeather crew feel much refreshed.

When Asava was 100 meters away from the C'tan, he suddenly stopped.

Did you hear that?

"What?" Ashkal and T'kar asked simultaneously, looking around but hearing nothing except the distant rumble of the magnetic storm.

Hathor looked at Asava warily. Lord Nimrod had told him that C'tan, as Warp entity, usually used methods such as possession to act in the real world.

Psyker are suitable targets for possession, but Thousand Sons, with her powerful Psionic Energy and physical body, is an even more suitable one.

Asava can hear more voices and is the most likely to be influenced and possessed.

"The sound of a storm." Asava's voice was low, drowned out by the deafening thunder; Ashkali couldn't hear it.

T'kar's superhuman hearing allowed him to filter out the thunder and hear Asava's words, which relieved him.

"I can always hear the sound of the geomagnetic storm."

Hathor, however, became increasingly wary. He took two steps to the side, seemingly casually, as if searching for something.

Asava stopped talking and walked toward the C'tan amidst the roar of the storm.

In the blink of an eye, the group arrived in front of the C'tan, Asava spoke stiffly to Ashkali.

"Open the door!"

Ashkal sensed that Thousand Sons's tone was completely different from before, and unlike the scholarly image they had cultivated.

The senior cultural relics protection officer walked to the door, concealing the flash of anger in his emerald eyes.

"The runes on the gate are completely different from before; I need time."

Ashkali had barely finished speaking when Asava's angry roar interrupted him.

"You don't have time, get out of here!"

At that moment, T'kar realized Asava's abnormality and instinctively held his staff in front of him for protection.

"Grown ups!"

Asava seemed completely oblivious, his fingers rapidly tapping on the runes.

Ashkal was astonished to see the runes illuminate one by one, and with the sound of hydraulic transmission, the gate opened.

Asava was about to rush in when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck him.

Hathor was prepared; he allowed Asava to activate the C'tan before launching his well-prepared attack.

An electric current surged through Asava's body, numbing him as he slammed heavily into the metal chamber.

No one can stop me!

Asava twisted his neck in a daze, letting out a piercing Psychic Scream.

Many of the Thousand Sons were puzzled by the fight between the two company commanders; this was the first time internal strife had broken out.

Their guards, gripping their staffs and Bolter tightly, watched the other side warily, but none of them launched the first attack.

Asava's Psychic Scream indiscriminately engulfed five members of the two guards.

The piercing screams echoed in their minds. A member of the Third Fellowship, who had just grasped the first level of Mindset and whose will was relatively weak, collapsed to the ground in Affliction, his nose bleeding.

The Third Fellowship's guards immediately launched an attack on the Second Fellowship.

A chain of lightning bolts swept through the Second Fellowship's ranks, numbing their bodies.

Their other hand was clenched tightly, as if they were gripping their hearts.

The Thousand Sons of the Second Fellowship Blood Boiling, as if every cell in their bodies was burning.

Despite their discomfort, their hearts were connected.

Their unified shout brought the minds of the "Pavoni" Thousand Sons to a standstill.

"Stop!" Hathor commanded, then said to T'kar, "Asava is under control. Now you're the commander, get your troops to stop."

Without further hesitation, T'kar unleashed his Telekinesis, pressing down on the guards.

Invisible shackles were placed on the guards, rendering them unable to move.

After the T'kar Bound Guard members, their gaze turned to Asava.

"Now, what do we do?"

"Control him, get out of the storm's range, and wait for Father," Hathor said cautiously.

"Okay." T'kar raised his hand, cooperating with Hathor to control Asava.

Asava suddenly opened his mouth and roared out a language that the Thousand Sons had never heard before.

"Magnetic field reversed!" Ashkally cried out in alarm upon seeing the glaring reading, alerting the Thousand Sons.

Amidst the roar of electromagnetic waves, the Shriek whistling of electrostatic noise surged through all the audio systems.

The earth trembled violently, the ground cracked, and several Thousand Sons roared as they fell into the cracks.

T'kar raised his hand and used Telekinesis to lift several Thousand Sons.

The C'tan trembled violently as the earth rose and fell.

Hathor was thrown into the air, but he used his Bright Feather Technique to maintain his balance.

But Asava seized the opportunity to break free of control, his body slamming against the bulkhead repeatedly before disappearing from Hathor's perception range.

"Retreat!"

Hathor roared as he gave the order.

Just as the Thousand Sons were about to flee, they suddenly felt the tremors beneath their feet intensify.

Seismic activity spread along the crust of Dawn Star, branching out and tearing the earth apart.

The largest Hive City cluster on Dawn Star was built on a geothermal fissure, which sank into the scorching rift that once powered it as the groaning tectonic plates broke apart.

Meanwhile, three coastal cities were submerged by the tsunami waves.

Hathor was thrown away by the force of the impact, and he saw a figure emerge from the C'tan.

He strolled leisurely through the earthquake triggered by the geomagnetic storm, his red armor surrounded by a terrifying tempest.

Hathor's pupils dilated in shock, and he thought to himself.

[Asava has been possessed by C'tan.]