The Chaos Gods' vision was vast enough that they could see what was happening across even more regions.
Now the Warp wailed as it was torn apart by the Dark King's power, and countless Warp lives trembled in fear.
Void Whales stopped their roaming and gathered together, keening in grief; Beastmen stared at the void covered in darkness, at a complete loss.
Countless Chaos Daemons even dropped to their knees and cried out the divine name of The Cursed, begging for forgiveness!
These Warp lives sensed the arrival of a deadly crisis. Some prepared to hide from the disaster, while others fell into utter panic.
Even within the gods' domains, chaos broke out, looking very much as if the Divine Domains were done for.
Quite a few daemons and believers of the gods simply grabbed their buckets and ran.
Those Chaos beings knew that after the Dark King was born, the domains of the Chaos Gods would inevitably become that hateful existence's first targets.
If they stayed in the Chaos Realm, they would very likely become food for the Dark King!
The scene was bitterly ironic.
The Warp, regarded as the vilest of places, could actually fear an even deeper darkness.
Those bloodthirsty, savage Chaos beings were panicking like mortals caught in a calamity.
Blood Soil, Brass Palace.
Thunderous sounds echoed inside the palace. A massive Bloodthirster covered in Runes of Slaughter and brass armor slept upon the Throne, each breath spraying out scorching flame.
He was terrifying.
He was the Supreme Bloodthirster Ka'bandha.
This mightiest Greater Daemon of the Blood Soil was sleeping, repairing the injuries left after his failed challenge, when the Blood God had beaten him savagely.
Back then, the Blood God had been issuing divine decrees from the Skull Throne when Ka'bandha, for some unknown reason,