District One, on a broad street,
Zhou Yun leaned against the wall of a building alongside the many believers who had entered District One to await their baptism.
Jeanne, her brow tightly furrowed and her forehead drenched in sweat, curled up in Zhou Yun's arms.
Ever since entering District One, Jeanne had been trying to use her precognitive abilities to probe the Genestealer patriarch's secrets.
What exactly did that representative of The Great Devourer, that insectoid demigod lurking in the shadows of the underhive, intend to do?
Previously, Jeanne had been too far away from it and could only see the pitch-black Warp shadows entwined around it.
Now that Jeanne and the Genestealer patriarch were both in District One and close enough, the future she could see had become clearer.
Jeanne seemed to be in pain as she curled herself up more tightly beside Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun reached out, held Jeanne close, and gently stroked her hair.
"Is your child sick?" a somewhat hoarse woman's voice asked.
Zhou Yun looked toward the source of the voice.
A sallow-faced, middle-aged woman wrapped in a headscarf sat beside Zhou Yun, holding a child in her arms.
"Does she have a fever?" The middle-aged woman gently touched Jeanne's forehead. "She's sweating so much."
"She started feeling unwell after entering District One. Maybe she caught a chill on the road."
Zhou Yun stroked Jeanne's hair and said this while pretending to be a father worried for his child.
"You fathers are always too careless."
The middle-aged woman could not help shaking her head. She took out a piece of synthetic cloth from her pocket and wiped the sweat from Jeanne's forehead.
Then, from a pocket deep within her clothes, she carefully took out half a bottle of purified water and pressed it into