Tzeentch: The Plan Failed, I Need a New Plan

In Onswold's eternal night, Chief Librarian Thomas lifted his head and gazed up at Black Onyx Peak.

"Scroll Professor" shouted in Dunnish, "Freeze!"

Thomas flicked his hand, and a gray-black scroll flew over the heads of the Laitlin crowd.

Streams of crystalline light spilled down, freezing the Laitlin within.

Thomas's mystery-filled eyes stared at the Laitlin inside dozens of prisms of ice.

Ever since he had become a "Seer," the sight of the "Eye of Secrecy," which he could never again close, had shown him the Laitlin's bodies reflecting a deep, dense black.

It was a blackness the Laitlin of other worlds did not possess.

Another difference was that their hands did not give off the glow of their kin from other worlds.

The greatest difference is still their extraordinarily firm will.

The Black Emperor did not want to crush all the Laitlin of this world. His divine command was to investigate whether statues existed on each mountain peak.

Once it was confirmed there were none, the Shadow of Order would immediately shift targets.

Through psychic perception, Thomas had basically confirmed that the statue the Laitlin worshiped was in this area.

Now he needed to confirm whether it was on this mountain peak.

Thomas waved and said to the two Mind Servitors beside him, "Stand guard!"

The "Scroll Professor" immediately pulled a pale-black parchment scroll from his waist and ignited it with spirituality.

"Windwalk!"

The pale-black scroll burned with green flames, crackling loudly as it drifted.

Whoosh...

A hurricane rose out of nowhere, but it was concentrated only around Thomas.

The hurricane swirling around him lifted his body and pushed him up the mountain.

The Laitlin raised their weapons and fired dense beams at the black-armored giant in the air.

Thomas twisted his body, dodging left and right as if