Dark currents surged beyond, as various factions clashed.
But deep in the palace within Snow Mountain, Alvin sat on the Mechanical throne like some lonely old man, reviewing intelligence on the Astartes Chapter and the Martian Mechanicus.
"The Ecclesiarchy? Heh... They've been hiding pretty well."
He let out a cold laugh. He hadn't expected even the Ecclesiarchy to have been infiltrated. How delightful. "Once this incident is over, it'll be time to... give those Ecclesiarchy people a little reminder."
"Forget the Ecclesiarchy. Think about your own problem first." Maximus, who had been guarding the place all along, couldn't help speaking up. "If it weren't for your mistake, why would you be sitting here?"
Alvin looked a little embarrassed. "I didn't discover it until two hundred years ago!"
"There's something I've always found strange..." Maximus scratched his head, looking puzzled as he turned to Alvin. "You don't seem stupid. You're a pretty clever guy, so how did you only notice this problem now?"
At that, Alvin fell silent.
"Isn't that strange?" Maximus continued. "Since you're a Psyker, you should understand the nature of the Warp better than anyone. Psykers are, in essence, manifestations of energy drawn from the Warp and projected into the real world. In other words, without the Warp, Psykers can't use this power. Am I wrong?"
Alvin still said nothing, but gave a slight nod to show he agreed.
"Then it's strange, isn't it?"
Maximus stared at him with eyes as big as brass bells. "Don't you find it strange? How can you use the power of the Warp in other worlds? There shouldn't be any Warp here, should there? But you can still use it. Did you never question that?"
Maximus's triple barrage left Alvin speechless.
That was right. Just as Maximus had said.
Why had he