Back when he had been a Chaos God in Warp Space.
As the God of Art, a position he had first held part-time before making it permanent, Orsaga...
Had actually seen quite a few exceptionally impressive tricks among the Eldar.
The more advanced ones would have remained highly difficult techniques even in the Bottomless Abyss.
Not only did they challenge their victims' psychological and physical limits, they also demanded a fair bit of luck!
Correspondingly.
Their finished works were naturally outstanding enough to make many evil gods exclaim at their prowess and professionalism!
At the very least.
The vast majority of bloodthirsty evil gods were nowhere near as inventive as the Eldar.
Right now.
Faced with the ignorant locals of this plane, whose tricks were nowhere near as elaborate.
For the sake of bystanders' physical and mental well-being and convenience, Orsaga had, at most, brought out a few techniques that the Eldar had called entry-level Flesh Skills back then.
In those days.
These had been techniques that practically every Eldar knew a trick or two of.
After all.
Wantonly tormenting all sorts of lesser races.
Had itself been one of their favorite forms of entertainment!
It was much like the ancient Romans' fondness for throwing slaves into arenas: a pastime shared by the entire population!
The Eldar simply had a more unusual way of going about it.
Under those circumstances.
After tens of millions of years of constant elimination and refinement, the techniques Orsaga had displayed were basically at the level of children's toys.
The Blood-loving persons among the Eldar, who specialized in this field, would not even deign to use them.
After all, they were a group whose terrifying skills could, to some extent, leave even Slaanesh amazed...
With just a single dose of a concoction, they could cause