The Dice of Prophecy Fail to Foretell for the First Time

In the Fourth Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder, Nimrod sat high upon The Throne, listening to the report of Galan Surak, Chief Apothecary of the World Eaters.

His entire body was wrapped in a black robe, and around him were twelve strange humanoid corpses.

Each of them was three meters tall, with long, slender limbs; their outstretched arms were as wide as two tables.

Their bodies were covered in a reflective carapace, reminding Nimrod of Aeldari like Slau Dha, radiating a repulsive sense of superiority.

"...In the early stage of Hera parasitism, the humanoid form did not change."

"As time passed, all the organs humans used for eating, breathing, and transmitting sensory input disappeared."

Following Galan's report, Nimrod looked toward the heads of those corpses.

Their heads were like black eggs, with no organs such as eyes, noses, or mouths.

"Varis told me that the Psykers sensed a powerful psychic impact."

The Librarians of the World Eaters had already been disbanded by Angron, and Galan had gradually grown used to referring to them as Psykers.

"They gathered together, combined the power of all Psykers, and conducted periodic divinations, but found no sign of any alien ships or bases."

"Varis confirmed that Lady Hera appeared from beyond the boundary of the star system, attacking from an unknown region. Their powerful psychic power shocked the Psykers."

The Crimson Scholar took out a Data Crystal. "I performed psychic divination on Lady Hera and confirmed that they are a race nourished by psychic power. They dwell in some psychic domain."

Nimrod raised his hand and beckoned, and the glowing Data Crystal fell into his palm.

He nodded in satisfaction. "You did well."

Beneath his hood, Galan, the Crimson Scholar, raised his pale face in a smile.

"It is my honor to carry