Slaanesh's Greater Daemon Loses Aeldari Souls and the Cradle of Serpents

Nimrod gripped the Spear of Dionysus, light and shadow flashing in his eyes.

Light and shadow, like the two poles of a magnet, drew in the Warp energy of Planet Six.

The Greater Daemon of Slaanesh let out an uneasy hiss, his slender neck twisting in on itself.

A dark cloud shrouded his beautiful face, his eyes fixed on the destructive energy that swelled at terrifying speed from a ball of colored light into a vast storm.

"Fool. I'm going to savor your delicious soul." His razor-sharp claws were coated in brilliantly colored paint.

Rumble!

The Greater Daemon of Slaanesh's gorgeous claws slammed into the psychic shield.

The waves that erupted in an instant swept more than a dozen daemons into them, and pale limbs wrapped in ornate adornments were torn apart in a heartbeat.

Nimrod flew backward through the explosion, raised his hand, and hurled the Spear of Dionysus.

The Greater Daemon of Slaanesh retreated in terror, his bloated body astonishingly agile.

In a single breath, his body twisted dozens of times.

With every twist, he veered to the other side, changing direction.

With every twist, he could slide several kilometers to one side.

The Greater Daemon of Slaanesh's terror grew stronger and stronger, while the blazing light drew closer and closer.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Terrified hissing sounded on both sides of the veil at once.

In the Empyrean, within that bloated body, tens of thousands of suffering souls were swallowed by the storm, ending their wretched fate of torment.

On Planet Six, amid booming thunder, glittering jewels shattered, and the souls of imprisoned victims broke apart in the arcs of lightning.

The storm immediately crushed the false halo and tore apart the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh's beautiful body.

The Primarch keenly sensed that the purple glow leaping across