It Was Obviously My Mana Potion

"No, no, no. Death is one of life's greatest tragedies." The warrior shook his head and recited in a melodious, emphatic tone, "Our great war has lasted for thousands of years, yet as you can see, there are only six of us. We must gather seven to fulfill Grandfather's sacred number. That child will become the seventh."

The villagers could not understand the warrior's words. Their minds had been ravaged by fever and inflammation until they had lost the capacity for reason and thought. In the end, clinging to their last shred of hope, they seized Gegula and delivered him before the warrior.

Later, Gegula was taken away by the warrior. They force-fed him great quantities of revolting broth, then locked him together with all kinds of venomous insects. After forty-nine days of blessings, Gegula changed from a frail child into one of the bloated seven.

The villagers, too, received Grandfather's salvation and lived forever within their disease. Even now, Gegula could return to see the villagers and his six older brothers and sisters.

Perhaps this Wolf Priest Wodhaus was the same. Like Gegula, he had been chosen by the great Grandfather. After forty-nine days of blessings, he could become one of them.

If Wodhaus wanted to take his place, Gegula felt it was not entirely impossible to negotiate. He opened his mouth and shouted at Wodhaus.

"There are only six in our great war. Now we need you to complete the seventh and fulfill Grandfather's sacred number!"

Wodhaus rolled his eyes. He gathered the refined psychic power within his body into his palm, first generating a force field around himself that blocked ranged attacks. Then, drawing upon the records of his Chapter's glory, he recalled the fallen heroes of the Space Wolves and shaped them into burning avatars of