The bridge of the 5th Legion's flagship, the Relic-class warship Starship.
Lord Santiago Bergkamp stood before the full viewing window. Because Chief Chaplain Pat was an important passenger, and because no battle was expected on this voyage, he had not taken his usual seat at the control console.
"Lower the side windows!"
At his command, amid the clicking whir of motors, the aether shutters flipped over and the louvers slowly descended.
Pat gripped his Crozius and looked out. Hazy mist filled their surroundings.
At his two o'clock, a streak of orange light suddenly leaped up, dazzling and blinding.
A few seconds later, the light abruptly drew in.
Then, after another few seconds, at ten o'clock, a brilliant aurora suddenly erupted.
Pat's eyesight had been strengthened three times in succession by Spectator, Mind-reader, and Hypnotist.
His pupils turned vertical, glowing with a faint golden light.
"There is a supernatural mist within this dimensional space. It is Psychic Mist," he said with certainty.
Santiago, the Daemonology Psyker, confirmed his words. "Correct."
"Although I cannot find the Psyker Dragonet, I can help you pinpoint your position precisely. You will not get lost, nor will you take repeated paths and waste time."
"That is enough," Pat said devoutly.
"No matter what difficulties we face, I will complete my lord's divine oracle."
The fanatical chaplain immediately took action. He issued orders, and the chaplains rapidly assembled on the flight deck, boarding one Thunderhawk gunship after another.
Each gunship was piloted by a machine, with an Astrologer holding a crystal ball seated in the copilot's position.
Santiago's private gunship was the first to take off. The instant it left the range of the Simian Field surrounding the hull, he raised his hand and pressed it against the activation rune of the Integrated Psychic Array on his