text: As the shuttle touches down on the planet, you sigh a breath of relief. You walk out of the shuttle, into the clearing you've landed in, staring at the dozens of black trees that surround you. All your lieutenants are with you, excluding Durge and Meliodas, both of who are happier to stay on the ship. 
  
  Although the planet, whose name you can't even remember, is for the most part two extremes of frozen, forever dark wastelands, and burning, forever insanely bright wastelands. So wastelands, mainly. Still, a strip exists around the equator in a sweet zone, which act as bountiful, fertile zones. It's this zone that you'll be taking advantage of on your little planet side excursion. You watch as dozens of shuttles land and hordes of mutants break free of the shuttle to gather resources. Hell, this'll probably raise morale for the mutants, seeing as this'll be the first time they've seen natural sunlight.
  
  "So, do we have any tasks for today?" you ask Elizabeth.
  
  "No, we've nothing to do but relax. I've put few loyal men in charge, as well as John the Hermit. They'll do what's expected of them."
  
  "Perfect, so we have free time," Fay says. "Anything on this planet worth hunting?"
  
  "There's a species known as Behemoths, incredibly hardy creatures that can survive in either extreme environment, occasionally raiding the fertile zone to feast," Elizabeth says.
  
  "Are they sentient?" Fay asks.
  
  "No."
  
  "Are they near extinction?" Fay asks.
  
  "Again, no," Elizabeth says.
  
  "Alright, perfect. I'll grab a few of my Tribals and go on the hunt," FAY says.
  
  "Yeah, I'll come," Castus says.
  
  "I'll go as well," Fay says.
  
  "Smells funny here. I'm going to sleep," Cain says, walking over to a tree and slumping against it as he closes his eyes.
  
  "You want to come hunt, Elios?" Fay asks. 
  
  "Please, do I seem like the type to go hunting? I'm going to bathe by the river," Elios says, sauntering off.
  
  "Elizabeth?" Olive asks."Are you coming hunting?" 
  
  "This is a peaceful, relaxing environment. I want to practice on my psychic abilities," Elizabeth says again.
  
  "Hayes? You coming?" Fay asks.
  
  "Yeah, I'll come," Hayes says, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. 
  
  Well then, you've a few choices on what to spend your day doing. 
  > meditate with Elizabeth
  "I'll go with Elizabeth. Could use a chance to meditate and relax," you say.
  
  "Oh, OK," Elizabeth say. "Let's go"
  
  You bid your companions farewell, before walking down the path alongside Elizabeth.
  
  "Yes... she'll open your mind. Let the psychic powers of the Warp flood through you," Question Mark says.
  
  "Uh, she's a Tzeentch follower. Always using pawns who could betray you, or being another's pawn. No loyalty. No unity. No peace," Rotgut groans.
  
  You both stop in a small glade in the forest, as Elizabeth looks around.
  
  "Yes, this'll do," she says, pulling her satchel off her shoulder and lying it on the ground. She begins digging through it, pulling out several things. 
  
  "Is there a particular smell or scent you have that comforts you?" Elizabeth asks.
  
  You stop for a moment, wondering.
  
  "What do you have, exactly?"
  
  "Promethium oils, cut grass, Cornyl powder, Grox Heart Spice and Rotting flesh."
  
  "Rotting flesh?" you ask.
  
  "Oh, the best kind!" Rotgut says.
  
  "Some psykers are weird," Elizabeth shrugs.
  
  "I'll go with Promethium, then," you say, as Elizabeth nods.
  
  Elizabeth takes out a small golden pot of black oil, setting it on fire. A light smoke rises from the pot as you take a whiff of the scent.
  
  "Sit like this," Elizabeth says, as she crosses her legs and arches her back.
  
  You do the same, and take a deep breath.
  
  "Through your nose," Elizabeth says, as you comply.
  
  You close your eyes, and slowly breath. You hear Elizabeth stand, as she walks over, putting her hand on your chest.
  
  "In, out. In, out," she says, as you slowly breath in and out. "I'm going to gently prod at your mental defenses. Try not to kill me, OK?"
  
  "Got it," you say. 
  
  You feel an outside present close around your mind. It pokes and prods and for a moment you feel nervous, before you realize just how much more psychic energy you have inside you compared to Elizabeth. Finally, Elizabeth stops, and you open your eyes.
  
  "Finished?" you ask.
  
  "You're a lot more powerful than I thought you were," Elizabeth says, a hint of nerves in her voice.
  
  You nod, smiling. 
  
  "Damn right," you nod.
  
  "So, did Kyros ever teach you about seeing the future?"
  
  "No," you say. "Go on."
  
  Elizabeth takes out a stack of runes and a mirror. She places the mirror beneath you, before handing you the runes.
  
  "Flood your psychic energy into the runes, then scatter them on the mirror, and gaze into it. Try picture a swirling whirlpool, understood? You're powerful, so you should excel at this."
  
  "Yes... embrace the psychic powers... search for answers..." Question Mark says.
  
  You take the runes, and slowly flood them with energy, which they easily absorb, with etchings on them glowing purple.
  
  "Remember, the future is chaotic and uncertain. Anything you see will be possible and likely, but not certain. Understand that. Don't forget, there are agents in the Warp who would love to confuse you. Whilst the things you see will be potential futures that could likely happen, they could easily be misleading."
  
  "Got it," you say.
  
  "Most psykers only see a few faded images in the reflection, if that. You? You're seriously powerful. Who knows where it'll go for you?"
  > toss the runes and gaze into the mirror
  "Let's do it," you say, casting the runes onto the mirror. The area around the runes begins to shimmer and swirl as the entire mirror begins to shimmer and morph into a picture. Suddenly, vivid sensations begin to run through your mind as you begin feeling sick.
  
  You watch as your Tribals are shot in the back in some muddy field by a squad of space marines clad in white, as a deep, booming voice howls "Betrayal!" Another, darker voice in the distance laughs, with a shrill, higher pitched laugh from within the first voice.
  
  A space marine without a helmet, wearing ornate golden robes over his power armor, holding a bolt pistol golden staff topped with a snake, with two Sapphires as the eyes, stands in front of you in a black void. He realizes you can see him and lets out a curse, as darkness covers him and he disappears from your view.
  
  A pair of young girls, seemingly around sixteen, one in a black robe wearing a white, featureless mask, the other wearing a white robe with a black, featureless mask, stare at you, the White Mask laughing as the other just stares blankly. Standing between the two children is a man with completely black eyes, covered from head to toe in tattoos detailing howling daemons that seem to be tearing into the man's flesh, who just stares blankly ahead, a look of pain and hatred in his eyes, although it's not focused on you. Behind them is an endless black void, one that slowly pushes forward as a liquid wave of all-encompassing, all-destroying darkness.
  
  You sit in a tiny, blank room, screaming as the walls seem to scream back. There's nothing, just unending nothing, as you feel pure shock at your predicament.
  
  A thousand voices scream in your mind as the psychic energy floods into you, all screaming for freedom as you feel ascension take over.
  
  You pull back, taking a deep breath as you gaze down as the mirror. 
  
  "See anything interesting?" Elizabeth asks.
  
  "Yeah. It was interesting," you say.
  
  "You didn't see anything about me poisoning tea or anything, did you?" Elizabeth asks in a dead pan voice.
  
  "No," you say, quizzically. 
  
  "Good," Elizabeth says, taking out a flask from her satchel, offering it to you. "Have some tea?"
  
  You laugh, as Elizabeth begins drinking the tea.
  
  "I never pictured you as the comedic type," you say, having a sip of the tea.
  
  "I tell a joke every once in a full moon," Elizabeth says. "So, if we're going to be training in our psychic abilities, we best focus on the classic mental safety techniques to avoid your mind being taken over by daemons. Tell me, has another daemon stepped into your head to replace Meliodas?"
  
  "Four," you say. 
  
  "Ah. I'd assume one for each Chaos God, yes?"
  
  You nod.
  
  "Yeah, that's right."
  
  "Look, just relax again. We'll run through some excercises."
  > hours Later...
  Over the next few hours, you do various other exercises to relax and calm down. After a few hours of work involving breathing techniques, trance-like states and practicing with other types of psychic powers that you don't really specialize in, you notice the sun setting.
  
  "We need to get back to the dropship," you say.
  
  "Yeah," Elizabeth says. "This was good. Good practice."
  
  "Let's get out of here," you say, standing.