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>Pray
"Pray," you breathed. Desperation gnawed at your options, the tension thick enough to chew. It was now or never. Please, deck. Give me an answer!
You bowed your head, muttering a desperate plea. "Emperor, hear our pleas, we who are unworthy. Master of Mankind, shield us from these xenos! Keeper of the Light, banish the encroaching darkness with your blessed radiance!"
A fleeting thought of the Omnissiah flickered across your mind. You'd spent countless hours fixing ancient arcade machines under the guidance of their litanies. But it was the "Emperor's" tarot, not the "Omnissiah's". So, your faith remained with the Emperor.
Focusing on the deck's supposed psychic potential, you drew a card, whispering, "What should I do?" Hope flickered in your chest.
Nothing. You physically drew a card, the Peasant of Concordia, but as stated previously, the tarot deck's power had already been exhausted for now. So, nothing special happe-
"By the Emperor's agony and bloody sweat! By His Golden Throne and sacrifice! By His fall and rebirth as the God-Emperor of Mankind!"
Refusal surged through you. You had dreams, aspirations! You craved money, good times, decent food, and fat tits on your face! With renewed fervor, you chanted, pushing against the unyielding tarot, pleading for a spark, anything!
Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. Gone was the familiar, dim rusty cabin, replaced by an abyss punctuated only by a two white points of light to your sides and one seemingly alight within you, burning softly with an unnatural intensity. Then, as abruptly as it began, your vision snapped back.
The points of light remained, however. They weren't flames, but the faces of the people crammed beside you, and your own body.
* You have gained <span class="mu-s">Witch-Sight</span>. While you lacked typical psychic abilities at rest, under intense focus, you could tap into the most basic power of all psykers: the ability to sense the presence of others with psychic abilities, their auras, and other psychic influences. However, you can do it only at point-blank range. *
What the heck was that! Another ability of the Emperor's Tarot?
The earpiece in the taller thug's ear crackled, causing him to flinch. "Witch," he snarled to his partner, his voice devoid of warmth. "They've announced themselves somehow. They're here. Everyone's getting dragged to the Navigator's cabin. No killing - paying customers, remember?"
The bigger thug raised his voice, booming through the confined space. "Alright, listen up, meatbags! Time for a visit with the Navigator. Front row first, then work your way back, no funny business, and this might go smooth for everyone."
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