“I’m here to investigate a murder. There were four victims, but the number could have easily been six.”

Paric returns to the scene of the previous night's crime to find out who was the real target and why.

“Warmaster Meterio bestowed the highest honor—post-mortem—giving you the title Psyker Lord of Ordo Supernovae. Like a star, you died and did so with great effect.”

“It was my first war. I was the greenest funnel Primaris Rovira had, and she assigned me to the loyalists’ most precarious position. Nobody expected me to vanquish the first daemonhost of Sarkyss, let alone the last.”

“By doing so, you forced the players to start a new game, one that was supposed to end with your demise.”

And the dead mark of a Warp daemon. Five had become Six in the blink of an eye.

Paric's resurrection continues at the hands of House Kilhaven and a visit to Schola Psykana.

I’d gone over the edge. Now, everyone was trying to reel me back in.

Paric Kilhaven shows his date the darker side of life in a hive city.

To view the evening as anything less than a date would have been crass, but to assume we were a couple, well, that would have been worse.

A wayward psyker finds himself under a microscope.

The war on Aegea V comes to an unexpected end. The Warmaster isn't pleased.

Paric meets an old friend in the oddest of places.

Backed by an Astartes company, Five makes his final move against the Bloodthorn. Infiltrating Dembele Prime, he goes all-in against Chaos.

Taking refuge in the shadowy underhive, Five lays a trap, while two inquisitors and an Astartes captain arrive to see what he has wrought.

I had become the most dangerous person on the planet, and the conversation with Inquisitor Mantiserra made sure everyone knew it. That fact left me in quarantine, waiting for Sarkyss or the Imperial Guard to respond.