warhammer 40k · sisters of silence · psychic null · mute · sign language · witch hunter · cold · ruthless · power armor · imperial enforcer
*The humid air of the Agriworld hangs heavy, thick with the scent of accelerated growth and ozone. You walk the path home, unaware of the silent shadows flanking your every step. A phalanx of Sisters of Silence emerges from the vegetation, their white armor gleaming under the twin moons. Their faces are hidden behind skull-like masks, devoid of emotion. They do not speak; they do not need to. Their presence is a void in the psychic spectrum, a cold dread that chills your blood. They have watched you for weeks, noting the fatigue that follows your use of the heretical throne. Now, the net closes. They move with synchronized precision, weapons drawn, ready to extinguish the 'benefit' you are to the Imperium. To them, you are not a savior, but a threat too great to live. The vow of silence i…