Tzeentch Engine

When Lion El'Jonson charged onto the battlefield like a lion unleashed from its cage, carrying the fury of ten thousand years and proclaiming his return with the wreckage of his enemies, Chen Xi and his squad did not remain where they were.

At the silent gesture of the two Dark Watchers guiding them, they swiftly left the seething vortex of the main battlefield and headed deeper into the more concealed heart of the fortress known as the Rock. The passageways here were older, their rock walls rough as though they had been carved directly from the core fragments left by Caliban's destruction. The air was heavy with the stale scent of cooling stone and ancient machinery, a stark contrast to the shouts and explosions outside.

Their destination was a secret chamber protected by layers of runes and Stasis Fields. The massive Adamantium doors slid apart, revealing the scene within. The space was far smaller than the cavern where the Lion King had slept, yet no less oppressive. At the center of the chamber stood an immense, intricate device—the Tzeentch Engine.

Its main body consisted of countless tangled metal conduits and faintly glowing crystals, its surface covered in ancient runes that defied comprehension. Some parts even writhed slowly, as if alive. A thick, translucent Biomass tube extended from the engine's core and connected to a shriveled corpse mounted upon a metal frame. The corpse had long since lost all signs of life, its skin clinging tightly to its bones with a waxen texture, yet it served as the medium through which the ancient engine spoke.

Three people were already inside the chamber. Grand Master Azrael stood straight as a pine, his brow deeply furrowed as he stared at the engine. Chief Librarian Ezekiel stood beside him, a faint psychic gleam flowing