“Kiss me.” With those two words, a black witch is revealed.

A second mystery is solved over breakfast. One that opens Paric's eyes to the true reality of Psykana.

A challenge grows into something far more lethal.

“Have I arrived in time?”

“In time? The funeral is just getting started, but we’ve saved you a seat.”

She switched off the priceless device, restoring the distance between us. It was a fitting start to our day.

I needed to be here, and with a list full of names, I sought first to clear my own.

“You think redemption is oblivion?”

“For Hereticus, certainly. For Psykana, maybe. For a man caught in between, only the Emperor knows for sure.”

Looking for a clue to the black witch in Schola Psykana, Paric Silver encounters a golden curse, one that takes him to the edge of oblivion.

In a panic, Paric Silver makes a run for the exit, a move that draws out all sorts of bad.

Surviving his first Ordo Hereticus inquiry, Paric Silver meets House Kilhaven of Terra.

Let the dissection begin.

“Why didn’t you run?”

While recuperating from his encounter with Commissar Belling, Paric Silver finds that he's drawn the ire of the Dean, the Inquisition, and the Imperial Guard.