Late at night, in the Training Room on the top floor of the Governor's Palace.
The lights were off. Only moonlight filtered through the domed skylight, thinned to gauze by layer upon layer of filters.
Wang Zhong sat cross-legged in the center of the room. His dark gray Power Armour rested on an Iron Stand nearby, leaving him in simple training clothes.
Had a Psyker been present, they would have witnessed an astonishing sight.
Countless pale gold spirals appeared in the air around Wang Zhong.
They were not still. They rotated slowly, like the breathing of some living thing.
With every breath he took, the spirals tightened a little, and the concentration of psychic energy in the air rose another notch.
This was spiral power.
Unlike psychic energy, which originated in the Warp, it was something rooted in a deeper essence.
It sprang from life's own desire to break through its limits.
It had taken Wang Zhong a full month and a half, aided by the Sacred Trait, just to touch the edges of this power.
Now, he could clearly feel the spiraling pulse within his body.
It pumped out of his heart and circulated through his nineteen enhanced organs, growing stronger with every cycle.
When he focused his awareness on his right hand, pale gold spirals appeared beneath his skin, and the density of his muscle fibers increased by 18.7% in an instant.
"A 20% boost to Power Armour-still not enough."
Wang Zhong opened his eyes, his dark gold pupils glimmering in the darkness.
He had tried channeling spiral power into his Power Armour's Servo System. The results had been astonishing: a 22% increase in joint response speed.
Peak output had risen by 19.3%, and even the Energy Shield's recovery rate had increased by 27%.
It was like fitting