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"You have done your duty, commissar." The sight of the man being shot didn't surprise him. Such things were common in the Imperial Guard, where disobedience or cowardice were met only with death. More importantly it seemed this realm had somehow remained untainted by Chaos, and had refrained from using the heretical powers of the Dark Gods. It seemed odd that the Dark Gods would not have touched this world, as they were present everywhere in the galaxy. Could it be that this world was protected by something? That the God Emperor's grace had guarded it's lost child, that it might one day return to the flock? Truly, it was a miracle. This was beginning to be a day of miracles, a blessed day.

There was a surge of energy. Rapidly the Paladin turned, energy surging through his power armour as his anti-magic wards flared to life. The girl behind him, the one he had originally dismissed as unimportant, had channelled powerful energies. And yet seemed not to have released them, instead acting as if she had never intended to cast a spell. Had she been intending a pre-emptive strike? No, more likely she had reacted to the gun aimed by the guardsman. So then this woman was on the wrong side of this world's militia?

Standard procedure was to kill heretical psykers immediately. However one had little chance to register with the Emperor when one did not know of His grace. As such mercy must clearly be extended. However, if this woman had broken the laws and drawn on the power of the Dark Gods, she was a threat to this entire world. Even a single Heretic could bring doom to a host planet, a single crack for the armies of Hell to crawl through. And if these people were truly untouched by Chaos, they would have no idea how to deal with the Daemon. There would be no defence, and another bastion of mankind would be lost to the darkness. The only reason he did not render judgement immediately was the fact that he had not felt the power of the Warp, although such things could be masked.

"You are a psyker. And yet your power feels... off." The figure stepped forward, energy surging through the anti-magic shields on his armour. "Tell me, what form of power do the psykers of this world channel? And if you would dare wield magic against the servants of the law, what form of mage are you?" The Paladin felt power surge through the Daemonhammer, as he prepared for what might turn into a conflict with a dangerous opponent. "Tell me, heretic. Is your calling to the Dark Gods?"