For the sake of the greater things to come, the Gladiators adjusted their schedules. Though it was still daytime, the final regular bout had already ended, and the Gladiators were resting.
They needed to ensure they were at their sharpest during the night, ready to deal with any operation that might take place after dark.
Qin Xa still sat cross-legged on the ground, digging into and studying his psychic gift.
As someone with a complicated past, Qin Xa would never forget his first encounter with the warriors of the White Scars Chapter.
It had been on an utterly pitch-black night. Everyone had been thrown into cages by Khorne-worshipping rebels, who intended to lock them up and place the cages beneath forging presses used to shape massive steel, crushing them into blood.
At that critical moment, a psychic Rift tore through space.
Blue lightning surged from the Rift, instantly erasing several rebels around the prisoners.
Then, a Librarian clad in Terminator armor stepped out of the Rift, casting lightning with one hand and holding a staff in the other. Six Astartes armed with Bolters followed behind him.
Including the Librarian, there had been seven Astartes in total.
Those seven men had slaughtered the rebels in a one-sided massacre.
Certainly, the gap between Astartes and mortals was astonishingly vast, but the greater reason was that the Librarian had opened his psychic portal right in the middle of the rebels. It had caught them completely off guard.
Qin Xa wanted to find a way to open a psychic portal and transport a group of people elsewhere. Even a distance of merely several dozen meters would be more than helpful for what they needed to do next.
"Qin."
Hearing the call, Qin Xa opened his eyes and found Oeno sitting beside him, his face