“Ehm,” I gnced up at Selene, “I ’t really make droo catch me the test su- *cough* esg cultists. Could you collee for me?”

  “Sure?” Selene looked at me weirdly. Was there something weird on my face?

  “Thanks,” I smiled at her.

  “Okay then,” she shrugged a go of the maing my TK take over from her. “See you ter?”

  “Yes,” I gave her a wave. “I’ll have an iing story to tell too.”

  “Sure,” she shrugged. “I am curious why you are like that.”

  “Mhmm,” I hummed, “Bye~”

  Then she was off, throwing another curious g me. There must be something on my face.

  I reached up patting down my cheeks, , hair, ears. Everything was there.

  “Do I look weird?” I asked the woman, who was still holding her malnourished daughter behind her like a protective mama bear.

  “No?” She was giving me looks mirr Selene’s.

  “Really?” I tilted my head, turning my psychises on myself for a moment, just to make sure. “Aha!”

  My facial structure was all wrong, I still looked simir enough to my Psyker Form to be easily reisable, but my cheekbones were a bit too high, my was a bit too low and my nose was a bit too wide. Plus I had freckles on my cheeks.

  God I hate freckles.

  If there was ohing that topped the list of things I wao ge about myself in my previous life, it was freckles. They were worse than my all too wide nose or my b shade of brown hair.

  Thankfully, a quick surge of bio-energy washed away those imperfes and brought me closer to my ideal image.

  I jured up a small mirror, Psychic Illusions being more than capable of the task.

  “Hmm,” I turned my face left and right. “It will do for now.”

  “Excuse me?” spoke up the woman, looking at me like a weird animal. Then she g Bob, suspended mid-air as he was without being able to twitch as much as a finger. “Uhm, I see that you wanted him, right?”

  “Not quite,” I shrugged. “I wanted souls to experiment with, and the runaway cultists will serve me well for that.”

  The woman gulped, she’d been staring at me like I’d bite her daughter’s head off at any moment. If that could take a turn for the worse, it did as I finished my sentence.

  “So,” she cleared her throat, standing up straight and aiming a resolved gaze at me. “ we go then?”

  “Go where?” I asked, my lips curling in amusement. “These caverns are dead ends and all around us is only wastend for hundreds of kilometers.”

  “I, we- , we will find a way,” she muttered.

  “Stay here,” I offered. “In a few hours I’ll open up a portal leading to Arx Angelicum. You know what that is, right?”

  “Y-yes,” she answered with a trembling voice, her eyes wide in what I thought was disbelief. “Yes, thank you! Erm- I mean Thank You My Lady?”

  “You are wele,” I smirked. Once again, I am ag like something I am not. It’s more of a misuanding this time though.

  Saned Psykers were a thing, a known thing. All Psykers were feared as witches or something like that, the popuce at rge both feared and hated them for their abominable power. This of course, applied to those Saned by the Imperium.

  Even if they wouldn’t run away screaming et their pitchforks when they saw a Saned Psyker — like they’d do with an unsaned ohe hate and fear remained. It was somethien into humans through many millennia of Psykers being born and causing camities.

  And the Imperium not only doesn’t do anything for their Saned Psykers, they dohe hatred.

  I got it, I uood it. During the Age of Strife when Psyker numbers multiplied rapidly, the only worlds that survived were the ohat put them onto stakes and burhem.

  I uood it, but I didn’t like it.

  Magic — and Sorcery was Magi my eyes — was something fantastical, it was something to be loved. I might have been more into Sce Fi in my st life, but that was mostly because I didn’t believe fantasy could bee reality.

  Nano Swarms, Arcologies, ising Alpha tauri and whatever else was something that was within the realms of possibility for humanity’s future. Whereas, flinging fireballs and telep, was not something I sidered possible.

  Yet here I am, flinging fireballs and telep. And so much more.

  “Settle down,” I waved her off. “We’ll be here for a while, and I ’t do anythiing until we get out of this hole.”

  “Y-yes,” she nodded, sitting down against the wall and pulling her daughter into her p.

  Now on giving her a closer look, the girl didn’t look too good. I grimaced as I let my psychises wash over her, yikes.

  A fliy wrist pushed Bob against the wall, I lessened my focus on him and only fixed his four limbs to the wall along with a face mask that kept his mouth shut. Then, I walked over to the two, both of whom were looking at me with a great deal of wariness.

  “I ot exert myself,” I reiterated, “but healing her up a bit should be doable, I have enough energy for that.”

  “Yes?” The mother bli me, unprehending. “Heal her? Is she sick?”

  “That she is,” I kept the grimay face. Sci-fi fantasy gut worms were even more disgusting than the regur ones, no wohe pirl was skin and bones. “Nothing too severe of course, I heal her siess now, but I ’t give her back all the weight she’d lost.”

  “Please help her!” The woman said, begging me.

  “Alright,” I id my palm on her abdomen, the little girl shrinking back from my touch, but her mother kept her in pce. “It won’t hurt, you won’t feel a thing.”

  Tendrils phased into her body, spreading into a hundred hair thin tendrils that located every damned worm in the girl. It was holy disgusting, but it was just a bit of free bio-energy and some good samaritan work at the same time. Good for the body and good for the soul.

  Once I was done, I sent a fra of the new bio-energy bato the girl and fixed any pressih issues in her. Even if I didn’t do another round of healing — which would mostly include me regeing her muscles and fat — she’d recover if she ate well and slept well for a few months.

  “Should be good,” I stood up, patting myself mentally on the back for a job well done.

  “Thanks,” I caught the little girl’s murmur a her a smile.

  “You’re wele.”

  Then it was time for the main course. No, that is a very bad choice of words with me being a maing alien, so let’s go with the main show, the main attra! Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

  “Stop being annoying,” I flicked my wrist, raising Bob away from the wall and smashing him bato it. The fucker was trying to twist his joints to get out of the shackle-like bindings I’d put on him.

  Now, you might be thinking: ‘This guy is like, a hundred years old, don’t bully the elderly!’ BUT, I could feel the vitality c through this fucker, it wasn’t mupared to me or even just a regur Astartes, but it was a good k above what Selene had.

  Curious. How? Why? Why did he have this? Why did he call it ‘Her’?Why was he proteg it? Intriguing, so very intriguing.

  I pulled the shiny blue gem into my hand, having had it floating around me like a little moon. Noould I do such a thing when most things were straining on this low-power-mode human form? Because it seemed to infuriate Bob to no end.

  [~ding!~Personality Trait Unlocked: Sadism!]

  I’d have thought these shitheads would go into hibernation in low-power mode. Don’t waste energy on bullshit!

  “You know,” I caressed the thily. “I thought I’d have to take one of these off a fuckwit Eldar that decided to fuck around, but this is just what I need right now. “

  “So Bob, I think you deserve a reward fenerously giving this to me and I think I know just the thing you’d want,” I smirked at him. “Objectively speaking, I am probably among the four best flesh crafters in this gaxy.”

  His eyes flew wide and his struggling calmed down.

  “I think I know what you want, but I haven’t bothered looking too deeply into your mind so I want you to tell me just to be sure,” I slowly removed his face mask made up of solidified psychic preen Lantern had nothing on these force objects. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Bring her back,” he wheezed, eyes going bloodshot as he stared without blinking. “Bring her back!”

  “By that you mean,” I pced a hand on my hips and started pyfully throwing the gem up and catg it. “‘Please oh so mighty being, fe a new body for the unfortunate soul trapped in that spirit stone’, right? Or is it more like: ‘Please make a new body for my steaming hot totally-not-heretical Eldar girlfriend, I hadn’t gotten id in over a tury!’?”

  His mouth fell open, then closed. He repeated that for a while, mimig a fish out of the water. Even his wide eyes are matg.

  “How?”

  “Dumb question,” I chided him. “I asked you a question.”

  “Please,” he sched his eyes. “Give her bae.”

  “Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll take pity on you this once, I will accept that answer.”

  He slumped in my hold, stopping his struggling for the first time since I id eyes on him.

  “Now then,” I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. “Will you be a good boy if I drop you Bob?”

  “Yes,” he said, his face twisting as if he bit into an unripe lemon.

  “Good.” I dropped him. “Let’s get walking then, group. It is a long walk from here back to the surface.”

  Then we were off with me leading the way and the other three following after me a few meters back, though Bob kept some distance from the mother-daughter pair.

  My clock was tig, I wao summon up my refreshment bio-energy from my Puddle ASAP. Then I could go about fiddling with souls and maybe by the end of it I’ll have a way to not only shove that Eldar Soul bato a living body, but also to fix Selene’s problem.

  Because that’s what it was, if you haven't realized already. Bob here roteg a Spirit Stone like his life depended on it, just like the one Val had embedded into his clothes around his chest. Though, his urplish and not sapphire blue like this one.

  Fun times ahead. How would the Eldar react to seeing my real soul in its ey when I shove it into my puddle? Will she freak out? Procim me the ination of one of her dead gods? Or will she just do/say somethiirely stupid and idiotic?

  I was leaning towards the st one based on my not-too-extensive knowledge of Eldar lore, Valenith was far too normal and had far too muon sense pared to the Eldar I’d read about. Basing your as on idiotic visions of the future that won’t even e to pass is the go to pn for most Eldar.

  There was that time when they sent aire group ers just to kill the baby Primargron when he crash nded on Nuceria, just because their Farseer saw a future version of him wree Eldar.

  Now, this seems entirely retable and uandable right? But as it turns out, killing a baby Primarch is beyond the capabilities of a turies old trained group of Eldar Rangers. Yes, they failed to kill a damned baby, but they mao weaken him enough so when human svers found him, he couldn’t resist capture.

  And that was the start of his path doiraling path of anger aru which also included wreg more than ‘some’ Eldar.

  Idiots.

  Good thing I was better thahere was no Farseer who could exceed my stelr fht!

  [~ding~ *snort* ‘fht’ ]

  Oh shut up!

  I gred at nothing in particur, my feet stomping just a bit strohan before which made the little girl jump up in fright.

  “Oops, sorry,” I threw a smile babsp;What did they do to that poor thing to have her react to just that little expression of annoyance.

  Caverns turned a but we kept on walking, evetle girl was ing along on her own two legs with a growing feeling of vitality, probably not having been able to even stand food while before I alleviated her ailments.

  I oohed as the flickering light of a faroff torch sent long shadows over the walls, testing with my tiny orb of light which floated along a few timeters above my head.

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