Above The Void, colorful rifts appeared, and with them came four terrifying figures.
They came in a fury.
The Savior's contempt for and dismantling of divine majesty had spread too far. They could not accept it.
That being had placed mortals and gods on equal footing, and had called on all life to resist the Dark Gods.
In the eyes of the Chaos Gods, all life was lowly. They deserved only to kneel before the gods, submit to this power, and then accept the blessings They bestowed.
Yet now The Savior was actually saying that mortals could slay gods as well. What blasphemy, what defiance was this?!
The Chaos Gods could even sense that as the images of this war and The Savior's words spread, the entire Galaxy's fear of Them was continuously diminishing, and the power of faith had fallen sharply.
Originally, even if They had not actively corroded the Galaxy, the divine awe and faith They had left behind would still have made the lives here provide Them with a steady stream of faith energy.
This allowed Them to gradually recover from the consumption of the last war, as well as the wounds left by the Dark King.
This was a kind of passive corruption that was difficult to stop. As long as people knew of the Warp's existence, knew of the existence of gods, faith would be born.
Yet under The Savior's influence, those lives of the Galaxy were losing their reverence for gods, and the energy of faith had dropped drastically.
Who could endure that?!
So the Chaos Gods came at once to hold The Savior to account. They were exceptionally enraged.
Their rage even affected the reality of the Galaxy. Around the rifts in this region, terrifying storm waves rose, as if the endless evil