An uncontrolled Alpha-class Psyker had appeared in the primarch's inner court. The danger was comparable even to the four hundred drop pods the Dark Angels had deployed before.
Lox had not expected the situation to escalate this far. Near the naked girl before him, psychic ripples almost solid enough to take physical form surged through the air. Her body had developed into that of an adolescent girl, but her mind remained as it had been.
A Warp rift opened beside her. Like a mischievous child digging creatures out of an anthill, Joy controlled her psychic power and continuously pulled all manner of strange Warp creatures from the rift.
Ordinary Psykers were utterly helpless before Warp daemons and could even become bridges through which those things entered realspace. But an Alpha-class Psyker like Joy was different. At least against ordinary daemons, she could tear them apart as easily as paper.
"Listen, Alina, this is no longer something we can easily control."
Lox pulled Joy's mother aside and solemnly told her, "I'm making one final attempt. If she cannot control her psychic power, then we can only act for the greater good."
The woman from Calth was on the verge of collapse. She did not understand how things had turned out this way.
Everything had clearly been going smoothly. The Titus Librarium had even temporarily sealed Joy's psychic power.
Seeing Alina's panicked, helpless expression, Lox could only sigh inwardly. Yet this woman was now their most important means of controlling Joy.
Joy's mind was still that of a child. Though she wielded immense psychic power, she still depended on her mother.
"You must pull yourself together and try to calm your daughter down. Otherwise, we'll have to take action."
Lox's voice turned stern. His raised voice shattered the fear clouding Alina's mind.