But their foundation was still the Warp. And when the Warp was no longer on their side, when they could no longer absorb any emotional energy, all that awaited them was extinction.
"What? This isn't the Emperor?"
Geralt stared blankly at the green-skinned Ork before him.
"Praise Brahman! The great Kind Father watches over us! How could some mere yellow-skinned weakling compare to the great Brahman?"
Guda pressed his hands together and spoke with deep reverence.
"Uh, no, wait. This isn't right..."
Geralt backed away in a daze. No, this was completely different from what he'd imagined!
He'd imagined summoning the Imperial Army, joining its ranks as one of the Emperor's chosen, and then saving the world—swimming through this cesspit of a world.
How had things turned out like this?!
He hadn't seen the Emperor at all. No, actually, he had: the black sun. But because he'd already made up his mind, and because he didn't know much about this world, he'd never believed that was the Emperor he'd been searching for. He'd thought it was some Chaos God from the Warp.
Only after finding the golden sun had he thought he'd found the Emperor. Who would've guessed he was wrong?
Thud!
The next moment, a large hand landed on his shoulder.
"What's with that look? Do you know what an honor it is to become a member of the great Empire and earn the attention of the great Brahman? You've already received the great Brahman's blessing and gained the ability to absorb the power of the Four Gods. And you're still not satisfied? What's with that look?"
Guda stared at the human, indignant.
That was right!
Hearing Guda's words, Geralt suddenly came around. What an honor it was to become a dog of the great Brahman! At least now,