It was him again... That guy again...
Roka thought of some unpleasant things. He suddenly felt that the task the Headmaster had given him this time could not be accomplished.
The parchment floated before Roka's eyes, and new words appeared upon it.
"Blend into the group."
Blend into the group? But how was he supposed to do that? Roka still wanted to ask for details, but the vision before him vanished completely. The scenery of the Warp was once again replaced by a heavy, dreary tomb.
"Ah... How am I supposed to do this..." Roka was deeply troubled. He felt completely unable to take part in Tzeentch's grand plan, able only to move forward step by step along the path Tzeentch had laid out.
"You need only sit in your chair."
Tzeentch's words were woven into the harmony of the surroundings. Roka heard the hint in the drifting wind, the turning pages, and the faint hum of the door in standby mode.
He obediently sat back down and lowered his head to deal with paperwork. The next instant, a rift tore violently through his room. Several Drukhari warriors laid hands on Roka, and paralytic toxin invaded his body in an instant, leaving him unable to move.
"Hurry! We need to be faster! For the Black Muse!" The Drukhari warriors tried to drag Roka into the rift, but a succession of bolt rounds disrupted its stability.
A wall was violently blasted open. Through smoke and sparks, two squads of Battle Sisters charged in, led by a Sister Superior.
"Purge the xenos!" all the Battle Sisters shouted in unison. Acting on Saint Celes's orders, they had been secretly monitoring Roka. Though they did not know what these xenos were plotting, they launched their attack with absolute ruthlessness.
Roka was somewhat nervous. He