Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20191022001636

Dion felt a dark presence. As if the eyes of the aether were gazing from afar, but not on him.

He turned to Cyradon.

That unholy energy, it felt familiar. Just like the first time he felt it. But it could not be true, right?

The rogue psyker shook his head. He slid his arm on his face, attempting to keep himself in the materium.

The bloody rain, the Great Rift. All of it are other-worldy phenomena. It must be the same. When the Great Rift tore itself through the void, he felt every moment of that transformation. He couldn't eat and drink for four days. All his strength was spent on his will and prayers. The strength to hold back the entities who were breaking through the gates of his mind. But they eventually ceased.