After eating, everyone quietly dispersed. Wodhaus entered his quarters and sat cross-legged on a piece of fur.
His large hands grasped various bottles and jars. Using a long tooth dipped in their liquids and powders, he inscribed mysterious runes upon the floor.
These runes had been developed through generations of Wolf Priests and passed down by special means. Once a new priest mastered this method, it generally meant the old priest of the previous generation had passed away.
"If what he said is true... then I'll be able to see the dreamscape he described..."
Wodhaus pinched a small jar and took a sharp breath through his nose. His head tilted back, his eyes turned pure white, and he entered a trance.
Vast shadows... shadows that blotted out the sky... They possessed hideous forms and appetites that could never be sated.
It was the Tyranids. They advanced beyond the Astronomican's light, driving their vanguard toward the fringe sectors of the T'au Empire.
Wodhaus saw the Tyranids locked in bloody battle with the T'au. He saw blue-glowing pulse rifles crushed between the Tyranids' ravenous jaws, and countless T'au swallowed by the swarm in despair.
"Just as I thought..." Wodhaus emerged from the dream. By his sense of time, this divination had taken three full days and nights.
He left his quarters and gathered the Space Wolves of the expedition. With Kaiser Whitefang and Bennett wearing expressions that showed they already knew, he announced the arrival of the Tyranid swarm and explained why the T'au Empire could not be destroyed at this time.
But Wodhaus's prophecy was only the beginning. More and more psykers were jolted awake from their dreams, drenched in cold sweat, their already unpleasant voices becoming even hoarser.
Again and again, they reported the visions they had seen to their