Warhammer 40K: From the Start, I Could See the Realm of Corruption

M41.987, Calixis Sector, Skell IV Hive. Twenty-seven-year-old Cain Varo, an acolyte of the Inquisition. His mentor died in a bizarre explosion. At the funeral, Cain awakened a strange sight: purple mist revealed corrupted corpses, yellow light pinpointed xenos infections, and crimson rifts exposed daemonic disguises. Heretics, xenos, and daemons could no longer hide from him. Cain thought this was a gift from the Emperor, but the price was unbearably cruel. Every time he used his sight, his headaches grew more intense and his senses continued to mutate. Little by little, he was losing his humanity. The Inquisition's files record his every move, and he is under constant surveillance. His dead mentor watched him, used him, and perhaps even tried to protect him. The system that manufactures curses, that ancient mechanism forcing inquisitors to carry out so-called justice, is waiting in silence. Cain can see every curse in the world, but in the end, the process will consume him and make him part of itself. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.