"What fell from the sky?"
A one-meter-four giant, considered a leader among the shortfolk, looked at the falling object.
He was presiding over a trial here.
But the thing that had suddenly descended left him stunned.
The shortfolk of this world had a similar physical structure to humans.
But in order to withstand gravity, their bones had evolved to become much thicker, giving them an overall dwarven appearance. Moreover, because of their living environment, they were very far from the boundary between the Warp and the real universe.
This also brought a major advantage.
The number of people among them with psychic talent was extremely low. It could even be said that having no psychic talent was a defining trait of their race.
However.
That trait had begun to change after the Warp rupture in Damocles Gulf of the Tau Empire.
Some among them began to show signs of psychic ability, but their numbers were few, and their powers were not particularly strong.
On this planet renowned for martial strength, in this dwarven world made up of tribes, psychic power was seen as an omen of misfortune, an evil form of voodoo.
In the square ruled by this leader, they were burning a psyker with psychic talent before the witness of every tribal chief. It was said that this man had slaughtered an entire tribe with his psychic powers, leaving only a handful of survivors.
He was a man whose clothes had been stripped away, one who shared their faith.
Yet at this moment, he was met with the hostility and hatred of every tribe. His body was covered in whip marks. Thick iron-studded thorns that could sever an ordinary person's bones had only torn their flesh open.
"Chief Tusk."
"I wasn't the one who harmed the tribe. It was