Who in the Galaxy Hasn't Heard of Alvin, the Man Famous for Keeping His Word?

Alvin said he didn't need protection. That wasn't just talk; it was the truth.

According to Ezekiel, Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels, a rough estimate placed Alvin's psychic strength at "Delta" level under the Imperium's twenty-four-tier classification system. But Alvin had come to the conclusion that his limits seemed to lie far beyond Delta.

Or should that be "Gamma Level"?

Like just now: with a flick of his finger, he'd unleashed enough psychic force to send Skulltaker Saraka flying more than ten meters.

He even had a vague feeling that, if he wanted, all he had to do was cross the "boundary" deep within his mindscape. Forget sending Skulltaker flying—even a Greater Daemon of Chaos on the level of a Daemon Prince would be easy for him to squeeze into a lump of bloody pulp!

How to put it? He was a Delta-level Psyker, but not entirely. He seemed to fall somewhere between Delta and Gamma, and as his emotions surged, he might even surpass Gamma and cross that final "boundary" in one leap!

In a word, if he were pushed into a fit of extreme rage, he could crush an Imperial Divine Machine—a Warlord-class Titan—into a flat iron pancake!

Of course.

He had no idea what would happen if he really crossed that "boundary," but he had a feeling it probably wouldn't be anything good.

As he sank into thought, Skulltaker, who had been sent flying, clearly decided he'd lost face. With a roar, he charged at Alvin again like a giant cannonball.

But the result was the same.

Under the surging tide of gravity, Skulltaker's massive body was forced against the ground, smashing a crater into it. No matter how he roared and struggled, he couldn't move an inch!

Alvin walked up to him and slowly crouched