The news spread as though it had wings, sweeping through all of Pedetia Hive City at astonishing speed.
"A Living Saint has emerged from the Death Seekers Corps!"
"The Emperor has manifested! His gaze is upon us!"
The gloom that had hung over the city as Nurgle's plague spread seemed to vanish in an instant, banished by this golden news. From workers covered in grease to Adeptus Astartes preparing their weapons, everyone erupted with excitement.
By the time the Chimera armored vehicle carrying Trevor entered the main thoroughfare, endless crowds had already packed both sides of the street. People waved anything they could get their hands on, shouting the names of the Emperor and the saint. Their ecstasy and pride at being favored by a god sent morale throughout Pedetia soaring to its peak. Everyone firmly believed that with such a sacred figure leading them, Nurgle's filth would surely be cleansed once and for all.
Trevor stood on the armored vehicle's roof hatch. The once-unremarkable Flower Crown around his neck now shone steadily with a soft, sacred golden light. Rather than adopting the solemn, untouchable bearing of a traditional saint, he looked like a young man who had just won a ball game, his face flushed as he excitedly waved to the people around him.
Being the center of everyone's attention felt even better than pulling ten SSRs in a row!
Halfway through the procession, Trevor's gaze suddenly fixed on someone in the packed crowd.
He had spotted the little girl. She was riding on her father's shoulders, trying hard to peer over the crowd from the back, her wide eyes filled with admiration and delighted surprise.
Without hesitation, Trevor tapped the driver's hatch to signal a stop. Then he bent his knees slightly and became a streak of golden