Evan felt that things were no different from before.
How was this any different from sitting through classes at school? In one ear and out the other. Remembering even a second of it would have disrespected this chanting-like flood of information.
His brain was completely overloaded. Nothing else would fit.
The good news was that, during one prayer, he caught a glimpse of a great bell. It was an enormous bell on an Ecclesiarchy Shrine world, loud enough to carry across several cities when struck. The worshipper happened to kneel facing it, letting Evan see the year 20 written on it.
That probably meant the twentieth year of 42K.
Without realizing it, he had watched the entire Plague War and was about to see the Indomitus Crusade fleet depart.
The psyker power was too immense. The blank bone remains had reached their absorption limit, and the excess kept flowing across his power armor.
It made his power armor look utterly sacred, every component resembling an Ecclesiarchy Psyker Relic.
Evan believed Magnus's shard had already shouldered the hardest memories to endure. He seriously wondered whether he would turn into a holy version of Lorgar once this was over.
He had no idea what time it was in reality.
Through a haze, a blurry figure appeared inside the golden hall.
Evan thought he was hallucinating. Did the Adeptus Custodes have power armor with black limbs?
Could that be one of the Prosthetic Warriors? That glittering gold section in the middle looked wrong too.
Huh, I think I know him.
Who was it again? Oh, Gourd Hammer.
No Gourd Hammer today? Can a Librarian without a Gourd Hammer still be called a Librarian?
What the hell was your name again? Pick up your hammer!
"System Master Sisyphus! What are you doing here?" That