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Deep within the surging depths of the Warp.

Atop a mountain built from the bones of quadrillions of living beings stood the enormous Brass Throne.

Upon a shrine forged from blood, bones, and trophies sat the Chaos God known as Khorne. He wore extremely heavy, exquisitely crafted plate armor covered in spikes, engraved with writhing profane runes and the souls of countless prisoners tortured by unimaginable pain.

A massive winged helmet covered his head, concealing the inhuman, snarling, twisted face of this "god."

"The Apocalypse has come."

Khorne's declaration was like a declaration of war.

His voice was an unalterable divine edict, causing the entire Dragon Forest Star to wail in misery.

Within the blood-red clouds churning across the sky, the enormous, roaring, hideous, distorted "face" spat out every syllable with terrifying power capable of stirring the heavens and moving mountains and filling seas. Its profane daemonic voice did not need any communications array to amplify it before forcibly pouring into the souls and minds of the Imperium and the Orks across the battlefield.

The planet's crust was like an egg stripped of its shell.

The endless streams of profane light no longer erupted outward. Instead, they transformed into a filthy ocean covering the entire planet!

The blood-red energy churned and boiled like a living thing, surging from countless rapidly expanding rifts in the planet's depths. It flooded the distant mountain ranges and swallowed the plains, turning the former Daemon Factory and profane Hive Cities into twisted afterimages within the energy storm.

At that moment, the sky had been dyed into a nauseating blood-red curtain, writhing with profane runes!

The scene was practically as if the entire Dragon Forest Star had been forcibly dragged into the Warp, into the depths of the Blood God's stomach!

The air was saturated with