Within the turbulent Warp, that chaotic ocean composed of pure emotion, concepts, and possibilities, a roughly humanoid silhouette floated silently.
The body that made up "Bit" was not flesh and blood, but a brilliant stream of information constantly flowing and reorganizing. Data surged through his illusory veins like blood. His gaze pierced through the veil, watching the scene beyond the Warp... or rather, the scene in another universe.
Before him, a screen of light unfolded from thin air, displaying a bleak apocalyptic landscape.
In that universe, Earth's skies were shrouded beneath eternal storm clouds. Crimson mushroom clouds had long since burned civilization's splendor to ashes. The vast majority of humanity had died in that world-ending nuclear war. Former cities had become ruins of steel, and human civilization had nearly been wiped out.
The reason it was "nearly" was because a tiny fraction of humanity had survived, like stubborn weeds growing from scorched earth. Upon that nuclear-ravaged wasteland, they ushered in a new era of violence and martial arts...
That was right, Fist of the North Star.
"Still the same." Bit looked at the screen before him. His face, made of information, showed no expression, yet his voice held a trace of unresolved confusion. "I can only watch. I can't touch it..."
"Although all I need from these universes is their solidified information, the fact that I cannot extend my power into them is still concerning."
While the Players had been crushing the enemies of the Mid-hive and Underhive on Pedetia, Bit had naturally not been idle—he had never believed that universes existed in isolation. Since he could observe and influence Earth in another universe from within the Warhammer universe, why not try observing even more universes?
Bit had succeeded halfway. Like a fisherman casting his line into an ocean of