Tzeentch's Displeased Change

Within the Empyrean, atop the Rainbow Plateau, stood the Crystal Labyrinth.

Every daemon in the entire domain could sense the Crystal Labyrinth's existence.

The roads formed from crystals of every color shifted and changed with every passing instant.

They crisscrossed everywhere, spreading throughout Tzeentch's domain.

Hidden passages built from lies and schemes seeped into the territories of other gods, linking together the warring domains of Chaos.

Every bend, corner, and dead end was a whim of the Lord of Fate.

At the center of the Labyrinth, in a place no one who had not fallen into madness could find, stood the majestic Impossible Fortress.

The walls of the Impossible Fortress gushed with light in every color of the spectrum, along with hues unknown to the material universe.

Colored radiance intersected at some unknowable node, countless threads tangling together.

He shifted his gaze away from Magnus, whose eyes were changing from red to blue, and cast it toward the Purgatory Star.

"Nimrod, Hand of Darkness."

The face that suddenly grew from his right shoulder repeated in a subtle tone, "Nimrod, Hand of Darkness."

"Abaddon... change... everything..." The delighted tone came to an abrupt halt.

As the face on his right shoulder burst like a bubble, the face that suddenly grew from his left leg was still repeating, "Abaddon... change... everything..."

"No!" the face that grew from his left chest screamed in displeasure. "No!"

"Blackstone Fortress, Cadia, the Great Rift tears the galaxy apart."

The face on his right waist repeated in a low voice, "Blackstone Fortress, Cadia, the Great Rift tears the galaxy apart."

Silence, soundless.

"Cadia, Ascendant, Lorgar, Eye of Night."

A Thread of Fate before Tzeentch was wrapped in blue light.

The great mouth at his waist made a sound of delight. "Cadia, Ascendant, Lorgar, Eye of Night."