The Dark King

"I just had a strange feeling, like something bad had happened."

"The premonition was vague, but I was certain it was real—something grave enough to threaten our lives."

Inside the chapel of the Grey Knights strike cruiser, Qile, who had been conducting her daily prayers, suddenly felt a chill race from the base of her spine to the crown of her head.

Qile felt as though she had been submerged in Fenris's icy ocean, every pore on her body trembling.

For a Psyker of her caliber, such an intense physical reaction was the precursor to prophecy, an instinctive warning of the future.

Thus, when Loken, Garro, and Inquisitor Carter hurried over after hearing her warning, their faces were all grim.

"Does that feeling still remain?" Carter asked in a low voice.

"Tell us what you felt. The more detail, the better."

"We are currently in the Warp. Too many unknown terrors lurk here, along with some of humanity's eternal enemies."

Qile patiently sensed the surroundings once more before confirming that the sensation of being watched had faded.

"Not anymore. Perhaps those malicious beings lost our trail." Qile's expression was somewhat unsightly, and the clothing on her back had long since been soaked through with cold sweat.

Only after hearing Qile's assured reply did Loken relax slightly.

To ensure the secrecy of this operation, they had not brought many Grey Knights or direct forces from the Inquisition.

Thus, if battle broke out in the Warp, they would be in an extremely disadvantageous position.

"Should we immediately leave Warp transit and jump back into realspace?

According to the star charts, we are not too far from Macragge. We could seek refuge there first."

After quickly glancing at the star chart and confirming the fleet's location, Inquisitor Carter made her suggestion.

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