The Master of Mankind Sends His Regards!

However, the Maker Vashtorr's deep voice slightly disrupted Rorschach's train of thought.

It also forced him to devote part of his attention to Vashtorr's account.

"Since that is the case, allow me to break this deadlock. According to the sole command I gave this Omen Ark, the Cunning, the task of this Chaos Warband and its Chaos Cultists was to search for an artifact fragment known as the 'Key.'"

"Under the guidance of the Obelisk I personally forged—the Chaos Beacon—they could never have become lost in the Warp, nor should they have been troubled by any so-called Warp Storms..."

"Yet, unexpectedly—or perhaps exactly as I expected—the Cunning Omen Ark appeared somewhere it should not have been and encountered enemies it should not have encountered. If I said that the Chaos Warband and its cultists had attacked your Forging world without my authorization, what would you think?"

The Maker, Chaos flames blazing in the depths of his hollow eyes, spoke slowly to the still-immobilized Rorschach.

"Tch..."

Rorschach's expression remained impassive as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked the Maker Vashtorr up and down from a distance, then suddenly said with a cold laugh:

"I knew there was something wrong with this Warp Storm besieging the Forging world. Maybe your Omen Ark was simply tossed over here by some unrepentant schemer... So, does that mean you and that big shot with a flock of blue bird-men under his command don't get along?"

The moment Rorschach finished speaking,

his thoughts shifted slightly.

He directly opened the Simulator's storage page right in front of the Maker Vashtorr.

Apparently knowing nothing about the Simulator's existence, the Maker Vashtorr tilted his massive head.

With Chaos flames burning in his hollow eyes, he looked meaningfully down at the diminutive Rorschach and said:

"Ten thousand years ago,