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Li Qinwu patrolled the upper hangar, the middle personnel decks, and the lower cargo hold, but found nothing unusual. No Daemons had slipped through gaps in the Geller Field.
Yet that uneasy feeling remained—the sense that some Warp power had set its sights on him.
He did not understand what it was, but he could explain it through mystical reasoning.
As one of Warhammer 40,000's protagonists, Titus had made a name for himself with the Gene-Primarchs and the God-Emperor. He had probably made a name for himself among the Chaos Gods as well.
When Titus was in Realspace, the Chaos Gods could not interfere easily. But once he entered the Warp, he was stepping into their home ground. The Chaos Gods only needed to spare a little attention to notice where he was.
Li Qinwu wondered whether following someone as important as Titus had caused his fleet to be noticed as well.
As his thoughts ran wild, he suddenly sensed something wrong. The wind had risen!
He immediately stood still, his gaze sharp.
He was currently in a lower-deck passageway aboard the Fortune. There should not have been any wind inside a warship, and clad in Power Armor, he should not have been able to feel wind either.
What he sensed as wind was actually a fluctuation of Psychic Power!
The current Warp had become one enormous cesspit. With several giant maggots constantly stirring it, the cesspit remained a sea of shit churned by frenzied worms.
Inside the Warp, Psykers could feel Warp Storms repeatedly sweep across their minds.
After enduring it for long enough, the sensation became like white noise, something they would unconsciously ignore.
Only when the Warp Storm took on a new frequency would it