Inside an Artificial Plane within a certain Time and Space Plane.
Dark green, sludge-like slurry that gave off an eerie green fog covered every corner of the place.
Not only did all sorts of bizarre plants grow upon it, but equally bizarre things also ran around everywhere.
Overall, though, it was a fairly cheerful place.
At least those bizarre things looked quite happy.
As they played and wrestled with their companions, they scattered their intestines and mucus everywhere, without a care in the world.
In the very center of the Artificial Plane.
An especially enormous fat fellow, his body covered in festering sores, hummed meaningless slogans as he contentedly cooked a soup as thick as paste.
"Nico nico ni~"
"I'm coming~"
Yes.
This was our old friend, the people's good brother, the former head chef of Warp Space—Nurgle, who had teamed up with the virtuous, charitable Orsaga to backstab the wicked Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Khorne, then made himself scarce at top speed.
At this moment.
Even after countless years had passed.
He still loved cooking just as much, and still stewed everything in one big pot.
Honestly.
Such professional dedication really deserved the utmost admiration.
"Mmm~"
Using a skull-shaped slotted spoon, he scooped some bubbling broth from the huge pot before him. After taking a gentle sip, he could not help remarking with considerable satisfaction:
"Delish~"
Then he called out loudly to his subordinates, those cheerful fellows:
"Children, chow time~"
The creatures at play immediately raced over like students just released from class and charging toward the cafeteria, each trying to outrun the others.
Nurgle paid no mind to the sight.
Chuckling, he simply scooped broth from the huge pot and flung it everywhere.
Countless splashes of broth scattered evenly across the area.
Allowing all the fastest runners to feast