After emerging from his prophetic vision, Librarian Sisyphus gradually regained consciousness under an Apothecary's care. The moment he opened his eyes and saw Jonel guarding him at close quarters, he felt reassured.
"Jonel, where's the captain?"
"You're finally awake, Librarian Sisyphus. The captain took our men aboard the Crimson Tide's Battle Barge."
"What? What did you say? Tell me what happened!" Ignoring his still-unhealed body, Librarian Sisyphus sat bolt upright.
Jonel and Chadwick, who had been standing guard outside, briefly recounted what had happened. Librarian Sisyphus slapped his forehead. "You fools! Why didn't you wait until I woke up?"
He hurried over at once.
And the first thing he saw when he arrived was the Tzeentch Daemon. By now, this daemon had become the scapegoat for every recent misfortune, from the mess hall having no fish today to the bloody fighting unfolding before them. Everything was blamed on it.
The Librarian chanted with all his strength, unleashing a thick bolt of Waaagh! Lightning-Smite-that interrupted the enemy's spellcasting.
Almost every type of psyker could use the psychic attack known as Smite. Its power depended entirely on the psyker's own Psyker Power level.
And this strike was at least Delta-level, perhaps even Beta-level.
As he surveyed the devastated battlefield, with severed Astartes limbs strewn throughout the hall, the old Librarian's heart twisted in anguish.
The Tzeentch Daemon's feathers had been scorched black. Psychic runes flickered over its body, looking almost like chains binding it.
None of the warriors had ever seen such strange runes. Naturally, they assumed they were some sort of defensive ward used by the enemy.
The Tzeentch Daemon struggled to regulate its rampaging Psyker Power while using all manner of little tricks to confuse the Astartes.
But these did little against a Librarian gifted in divination. Even the most