Watching the badly wounded Canoness Selina lying in the distance, still breathing, Inquisitor Omar used the servo systems on his body to examine her condition.
"She lost a leg, an arm, and suffered burns that pierced her internal organs. All that's missing is a bullet through the head."
Omar adjusted the receiver's frequency. Amid the corpses of Tempestus Scions and Battle Sisters, he saw the Canoness's lips trembling.
"They think we're daemons? Because of the saint? This is the first time I've seen something like this. Do you have any idea what's going on, Laster?"
"Other than that Changeling, I sensed no additional profane presence. I think it's an extremely powerful psychological suggestion."
"A psychological suggestion using Saint Lakuras."
"That should be it."
He loaded a medical injector round into his pistol and fired it into the Canoness's forehead. "I hope that once we solve the Ecclesiarchy's problem, you'll remember what you were fighting for."
"What about Dumb-Dumb? Should we bring him?"
"Forget it. Let him go eat. That idiot isn't suited for this kind of work."
Watching Inquisitor Omar cram all the psychic shells into his magazine, Laster understood what they were about to do next.
Using psychic power to lower their sense of presence, the two could now walk down the streets without being noticed by ordinary people.
Stepping out of the ruins piled high with rubble and corpses, Omar saw the dire state of Memeiriel Hive.
Tens of thousands of columns of black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring the towering spires before gathering overhead. The Ecclesiarchy cathedral in the distance stood at the heart of those black clouds, while an illusory blue light pointed toward the heavens.
Laster used his psychic sight to sense the distant fluctuations. "The Ecclesiarchy's cathedral has become the site of a