To be honest, given Alvin's limited understanding from his previous life, most Chaos cults devoted to Khorne wouldn't be this clever.
Exploiting the irreconcilable conflict between the Underhive and Upper-hive to unite the entire Underhive, then waiting for the right moment to unleash all that simmering fury and set the whole Nest City ablaze—this seemed far more like Tzeentch's handiwork!
If he hadn't seen the "skull monument" built from the hundreds of scavengers' heads in the eastern district with his own eyes, Alvin might have suspected he'd gotten it wrong.
A silver-tongued, highly persuasive schemer—just the sort of thing Tzeentch would relish!
Suddenly, Alvin's expression stiffened. He had a bad feeling.
Could Tzeentch really be involved?
No, no, impossible. Absolutely impossible!
He shook his head hard, trying to chase away the terrible thought, then hurriedly gave the Eagle Salute. "Emperor Lord, please protect us! Don't make this any harder. I can't take it anymore!"
The Nachmund Gauntlet, Necrons, Khorne, Genestealer Cult... This planet was already chaotic enough!
The only ones missing were the Orks, probably.
Alvin shuddered. For some reason, his right eyelid was twitching wildly. "Bah, bah, bah! What superstitious nonsense? Get out of here!"
As the saying went, a twitching left eye meant fortune; a twitching right eye was just an involuntary muscle spasm.
He firmly believed that the benevolent Emperor Lord would never treat a loyal subject in such a cruel way.
"Forget it. Now's not the time to worry about that."
Alvin put those thoughts aside, slipped away from the crowd, and changed course for the eastern district.
Before leaving, he'd arranged to meet Tucker at the secret base a month later.
But when Alvin retraced the sewer pipes and found Tucker's secret base, he discovered it was empty. Nearly all the equipment had been moved,