Klein, carrying a candlestick, an incense burner, and several ritual vessels, pushed open the door and entered a room built of rough stone behind the church.
It was a triangular room, situated in a protruding corner of the church, with half of it lying below ground level.
It was dim, cold, and the moss-covered walls had only a single palm-sized window, but through that window one could scarcely see the stars or the moon, only a stretch of profound darkness.
This was suitable…
After shutting the door tightly, Klein walked to the center of the triangular room and sat down cross-legged.
His perception extended slightly outward; everywhere he looked, there was only coarse rock.
The air was filled with the smell of a rain-soaked basement that made breathing easy, and the cold air gently caressed his skin, gradually stilling his mind.
The rock encased the room, the room encased his body, his body encased his soul, and all other things of the Materium were shut out beyond this room.
He could not see the sky, could not feel the earth, could not hear human voices, could not smell the scent of smoke.
To Klein’s mind, everything external was tantamount to nonexistent.
This triangular room seemed to exist alone in an empty black void devoid of all else.
Reality was thin here, perfectly suited for Klein to sink himself into the vast ocean of the Warp.
First, the incense burner.
Klein placed the incense he had bought from Agrippa into the burner, and a flame sparked from his fingertip, igniting the incense.
Light wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner, spiraling in the air, coiling around Klein like weightless silk.
Klein arranged the six ritual vessels one by one at his sides, and finally placed the candlestick directly in front of him.
The incense burner, the ritual vessels, the candlestick, a total of eight objects that had received years of worship, forming an octagon around Klein.
This shape was the most suitable for opening a vista into the Warp.
Had conditions permitted, Klein would have preferred to find an octagonal room.
He took several deep breaths, slowly adjusted his condition, and then lit the candlestick before him.
The flame on the candlestick burned slowly, its orange-yellow tongue briefly banishing the darkness around Klein, as if opening a passage through the boundless sea within the profound dark void.
Klein focused his mind and gathered his energy.
He began to meditate, to imagine.
Within Klein’s thoughts, he began to believe that beyond the room, no other matter remained.
He began to believe that the flame before his eyes was transforming into a swirling vortex…
or rather, the flaming whirlpool of the Golden Toilet when it flushed.
This was the experience Klein had gained from his last breakthrough into the Warp.
He had discovered that imagining the process of entering the Warp as the Golden Toilet flushing was the safest and most efficient method.
The orange-yellow vortex of flame roared and howled before Klein.
The surrounding room began to recede into darkness, and even the solid ground vanished without a trace.
Klein began to be drawn into that Golden Toilet.
A powerful sensation of falling struck him.
Klein felt himself plummeting down the sewer pipe…
no, into the boundless deep void between the Warp and reality.
Yet at the same time, it felt as though he were ascending toward a higher state, as if about to emerge from the toilet bowl…
Then, Klein felt a sense of stagnation, the presence of a boundary, something real yet unreal, existing there.
The veil, the veil placed between reality and the Warp.
Klein sought to cross it. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
He reached out his hand, and a searing vortex of flames coiled around him.
The veil trembled faintly.
In Klein’s eyes reflected an endless sea of energy, and his gaze began to blaze with the incandescent radiance of psychic power.
“…Hm?”
Inside the church hall, Agrippa, who had been idly playing with the few silver coins Klein had just given him, raised his head.
He looked toward the mosaic, toward the Golden Knight who had no eyes.
To aid the children who had lost their parents in the war and whose pensions had been seized by relatives, the previous bishop of the church, Ollanius, had personally gouged out the Golden Knight’s jeweled eyes and sold them for money.
But…
Agrippa seemed to see the eyes of the Golden Knight blazing with light.
He blinked.
He clearly saw that the knight’s eyes were still empty, but…
but in his perception, Agrippa simply felt that those eyes were glowing.
Could it be because…
Agrippa couldn’t help but look toward the depths of the church.
In truth, Agrippa had a rough guess of what Klein was doing.
Lucretius had once done something similar.
But this…
when Agrippa looked again, the Golden Knight’s eyes had already dimmed once more.
Just some kind of witchcraft reaction, then…
No, what was he thinking?
Of course, it was a witchcraft reaction!
It couldn’t possibly be that the witch boy was his own superior manifesting, could it?
If that were truly the case, wouldn’t the income of this church have to be split with him as a share of the profits?
No way.
It couldn’t be, right?
Agrippa shook his head and banished this inconceivable thought from his mind.
He must be nothing more than a witch.
Agrippa knew the capabilities of those little witch gangs.
Those witches, let alone resurrecting from the dead like his superior, couldn’t even survive a single shot from a lasgun.
There was no way he could be the one above him.
“Ah…” Agrippa let out a deep sigh, looking at the Golden Knight on the mosaic.
Boss…
boss, if only you could manifest, we wouldn’t have to do business with those witches.
Now we’ve gotten to the point where we have to keep slighting you over and over…
ah…
Klein breathed, but what he inhaled and exhaled was no longer the air of the Materium.
It was the surging, crashing energy of the Immaterium. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Vortexes, billows, air waves, twisting flames, howling specters, rampaging shadows…
Space and time did not exist here.
Physical laws were utterly obliterated.
In the Sea of Souls, thunder roared, storms rumbled, and the rushing tides of energy washed over Klein’s soul.
Yet, this meager pain was entirely bearable for Klein.
Those ignorant Warp phantoms twisted their bodies, attempting to draw near to Klein, but the rushing psychic power rippling across his body repelled them all with ease.
Most Warp entities near Macragge were weak and feeble, hardly difficult to deal with.
Only one shadow did not vanish…
No, it was not a shadow.
It was pure psychic energy.
Within the howling Warp, Klein beheld a silhouette forged entirely of psychic power.
That figure wore the clothes of an Underhive worker, with a deck of the Emperor’s Tarot tucked at his waist.
His features were indistinct, but his build resembled Klein’s, who now wore the Macragge scholar’s robes.
That was…
psychic energy.
It was the psychic power Klein had possessed as a diviner.
Suddenly, Klein understood.
The scholar’s psychic talent was not only something intrinsic to the scholar itself; the diviner’s former psychic talent had also been inherited into this very body.
At the moment Klein crossed the Warp and awakened the scholar’s psychic gift, the diviner’s psychic gift was awakened for the second time.
The psychic phantom took a step forward and merged with Klein’s spiritual body.
Klein gently opened his mouth.
The flames of psychic power spilled from his oral cavity, and searing blue embers surged at the corners of his eyes.
His psychic potential rose steadily.
He instinctively raised his head and gazed up toward the high heavens.
Klein saw himself…
saw himself seated upon the Golden Throne, scorched by blazing, infernal fire.
The Klein upon the Golden Throne also saw himself.
That fragment of will he had separated was now looking down upon him.
This was the first time Klein looked up at himself upon the Golden Throne and saw himself bathed in boundless flames, shrieking.
But…
but Klein also saw…
Behind himself upon the Golden Throne, there loomed, faintly, the silhouette of something vast, dark brown.
Hazy and indistinct, nearly impossible to discern.
What…
was that?
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