The Fate-Ending Messenger, Daemon Prince Atropos

That's Tzeentch.

Whether it's Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, or the Imperium, He never hesitates to disgust them.

It's no wonder, Warp the other three Warp Gods mostly dislike Tzeentch and sometimes even cooperate with the Imperium to kill Tzeentch's people first.

In terms of sheer annoyance, Alvin would call Tzeentch number one!

"So what? You've said all this just to make me thank 'Tzeentch' for his help?" He pondered how to resolve the current situation while remaining wary of the "Master of Change's " schemes!

You want to save her?

Carlos's head drooped, his gray-white pupils seemingly devoid of light and shadow. Although he was clearly staring at Alvin, Alvin had an extremely strange feeling about him.

It was as if... He was not looking at Alvin in the "present," but at him in the "future."

"Yes."

Alvin made no attempt to hide it and directly admitted it; in fact, even if he had denied it, it would have been meaningless.

In Carlos's eyes, who could observe the "future," any lies or schemes were meaningless; it was better to be direct.

"Unfortunately, in the 'future' I see, she will die in your arms." Carlos's calm tone sounded more like a sarcastic remark about Alvin's overestimation of his abilities.

He gripped his staff and declared, "The time I have 'observed' has never been altered by anyone, and neither have you!"

"Is that so?"

Alvin remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on Carlos, a sinister smile slowly creeping onto his lips, "Then open your eyes wide and see clearly... how I reverse the future!"

"Impossible."

"The future... has been observed!"

Carlos's two heads spoke simultaneously, "The torrent of time converged the moment I cast my gaze upon it; even the Emperor of mankind... cannot reverse the power of fate!"

As he spoke, Alvin suddenly stepped forward, taking half a step, and his foot landed in the terrifying Psychic Power Stormfront. In an instant... a terrifying raging wave, like a raging fire, set his half foot ablaze!

Behind that colorful gap, Carlos, the Fateweaver, stood silently, watching Alvin.

"In fifteen seconds, you will be consumed by the Psychic Power Stormfront, but... the amulet bestowed upon you by the Emperor of Mankind will protect your soul from being swallowed by the Warp Storm."

"Seventeen seconds later, you will say, ' Elsa, I've come to save you.'"

"Nineteen seconds later, you will plunge the Spear of Song, bestowed upon you by the Aeldari Farseer, into her chest, suppressing the spreading Psychic Power and life force."

"Twenty-three seconds later, the ceremony was interrupted."

"Twenty-eight seconds later, you think you've saved her, but once the ritual in the Warp begins, even my My Lord cannot completely stop it, and her life... will still continue to ebb away."

"Thirty-three seconds later, her life came to an end, her soul offered as a 'sacrifice' to my My Lord... In her final moments, she collapsed in your arms, barely clinging to life."

Shut your beak!!!

Alvin growled as he plunged into the Psychic Power Stormfront, his entire body feeling as if it were on fire, enduring the excruciating pain of being burned alive.

But, as "Carlos" said, the badge he always wore protected him from the erosion of the Warp and prevented his soul from being completely devoured.

"Elsa, I've come to save you!"

Alvin roared, drew his Spear of Song, and, step by step, with difficulty, braved the Stormfront of Warp Psychic Power as he gradually approached Elsa.

The Spear of Song runes inscribed by Aeldari Farseer, which not only amplify Psychic Power but also temporarily suppress the Warp.

However, its effectiveness is ultimately not as stable as Blackstone.

If only we had the Blackstone... Alvin regretted not moving the Blackstone from the ruins. He was afraid of awakening the Necron. If he had known it would turn out this way, he should have taken the Blackstone Array!

But, to sum it up...

There's no going back in life; he could only hope that the Spear of Song could hold out!

"Please... Hilda, your stuff better be useful, I'll burn incense for you!" Alvin gritted his teeth and persevered, gripping the Spear of Song and using all his strength to push the tip of the spear little by little towards Elsa!

The spear was covered in cracks, and the runes engraved by the Aeldari Farseer were also shimmering, seemingly fighting against the Psychic Power Stormfront!

The future will not change!

Carlos gazed at the "future," believing that Alvin's actions had always been within the trajectory of fate, and that there would be no deviation!

Boom!!!

The Spear of Song, having exhausted its power, pierced Elsa's chest, briefly suppressing the Psychic Power Stormfront.

The ceremony appeared to have been aborted.

However, Elsa was emaciated, like a skeleton, with almost all of her life force sacrificed, and her soul flame flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Elsa's beautiful face was transformed into a horrifying sight; her entire face was burned away, leaving only raw, bloody flesh. Her eyes were also burned away, leaving only empty sockets. "I... didn't want you to die, but I never expected... this to be the outcome."

"It's not your fault, Elsa." Alvin showed no disgust, hugging her tightly and whispering, "It was Tzeentch's scheme... I'll settle this score with Him!"

This was Tzeentch's plot from the very beginning!

What he called "for your own good" was nothing but Tzeentch. He used this "Khorne" scheme to manipulate "Elsa" and create this situation!

This was not because Elsa was disloyal, but because Tzeentch personally intervened, even sending his most trusted "Master of Change," Carlos the Fateweaver.

The last time someone received this treatment was during the Horus Heresy Ten Thousand Years Ago.

"Young Master Alvin... you're alright, that's good... at least, He didn't lie to me..." Elsa, barely alive, her chest heaving, blood foam spilling from the corner of her mouth, was still smiling.

"No, I won't let you die!" Alvin gripped Elsa's hand, which was almost nothing but bones, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Trust me, okay?!"

But Elsa slowly shook her head, nestled in his arms, and said softly, "Young Master Alvin, I don't have time anymore. I have one more thing to ask of you, please grant me that request?"

"Don't say such unlucky things."

Alvin forced a smile, "I told you, I'm going to take you to a place even better than Garden of Nurgle World, have you forgotten?"

"It seems I'm going to break my promise... Young Master Alvin." A tear of blood streamed from Elsa's empty eyes. She gently shook her head. "Young Master Alvin, you can't... slow down, forget about me, okay?"

"Young Master Alvin, could you please slow down and forget about me?" Elsa, thin as a skeleton, nestled in his arms, savoring a moment of tenderness. "Some say that death is not the end, but forgetting is."

"So..."

Listening to Alvin's heartbeat, Elsa smiled sincerely, "Let me... linger a little longer in your heart, Master Alvin..."

Upon hearing this, Alvin lowered his head, his expression hidden, and held Elsa's hand tightly, feeling her life slipping away bit by bit.

It seems that things really can't be changed!

The slower the perception of grief, the more intense the pain that comes late.

In the past, Elsa was by his side, and scenes from those days flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Yes, he was already used to Elsa being around.

She would always remain silent, thoughtfully preparing everything for him, standing behind him like a shadow, always by his side!

From within the multicolored crack, Carlos smiled, "Everything... is as perfect as I see it!"

The future cannot be changed!

Extreme grief and resentment would twist "his" heart, plunging him into Chaos... Thinking of this, Carlos couldn't help but open his arms, the blasphemous shriek emanating from his beak seeming to chant a Chaos sorcery!

"Ten seconds later, you will become a new being, standing deep within the Crystal Labyrinth. The great 'Syll'ess' will bestow upon you a new name, the messenger who ends fate... Daemon Prince, Atropos!"

"Hey, you've been rambling on for so long..."

Just then, Alvin suddenly spoke, interrupting "Carlos" who was lost in his own thoughts. "Open your eyes wide and look carefully... how I changed that bullshit fate you're talking about—!"

Note: Atropos, one of the Fates in Greek mythology, was responsible for cutting the threads of fate.