05-12-2015, 06:54 PM
Energy crackled along Galel's fingertips as he stared at his gauntlet. How long has he been staring was hard to tell, but his mind had finally pieced itself back together. With conscious effort, he tore his gaze away from his hand, looking around at the vast white emptiness that extended in all directions. Closing his eyes, Galel extended his senses, reaching out to feel the warp. His eyes opened in shock when he realized that his senses were dulled, as if the Warp was absent. The Sorcerer scowled, closing his eyes and attempting to read the Empyrean tides once more. Again, he was unable to touch the warp, his psychic senses dull and useless.
"What trickery is this?" Galel shouted, turning about in frustration, searching the blank landscape for any sign of life or activity. There was little of anything, save for the shifting sight of the Fountain of Infinity's surroundings. Galel scowled. Perhaps I am being punished, or perhaps a long forgotten foe has finally caught up with me. He pondered, thinking back to the words of the being calling itself Omni. What was Omni? An illusion, conjured by a Psyker who had caught him within a trap? Was it a daemon of the warp, come to challenge him for reasons unknowable? Or were it's words true? Had he really been brought to another reality, one with no warp and no materium.
The idea was a hard one to accept, for it's truth would mean that ten thousand years of Galel's life had been for naught. Galel steeled himself, turning once more to set off. He stopped, gazing upon a battle between a Plague Marine and a scrawny boy with twin daggers. The Sorcerer's hand went to his side, gripping his ancient Plasma Pistol. For a moment he considered blasting the pair into charred corpses, ending their miserable lives. But if Omni had been correct, then perhaps it would not destroy them as it should. He moved his left hand away from the holster, instead opting to stalk forward and watch as the pair fought one another. He had no doubt that the Plague Marine would win, and when he did Galel would be waiting.
"What trickery is this?" Galel shouted, turning about in frustration, searching the blank landscape for any sign of life or activity. There was little of anything, save for the shifting sight of the Fountain of Infinity's surroundings. Galel scowled. Perhaps I am being punished, or perhaps a long forgotten foe has finally caught up with me. He pondered, thinking back to the words of the being calling itself Omni. What was Omni? An illusion, conjured by a Psyker who had caught him within a trap? Was it a daemon of the warp, come to challenge him for reasons unknowable? Or were it's words true? Had he really been brought to another reality, one with no warp and no materium.
The idea was a hard one to accept, for it's truth would mean that ten thousand years of Galel's life had been for naught. Galel steeled himself, turning once more to set off. He stopped, gazing upon a battle between a Plague Marine and a scrawny boy with twin daggers. The Sorcerer's hand went to his side, gripping his ancient Plasma Pistol. For a moment he considered blasting the pair into charred corpses, ending their miserable lives. But if Omni had been correct, then perhaps it would not destroy them as it should. He moved his left hand away from the holster, instead opting to stalk forward and watch as the pair fought one another. He had no doubt that the Plague Marine would win, and when he did Galel would be waiting.