Vashtor's Ambition

If we didn't count that time at Nomad Port.

This was Alvin's first time truly facing a "god" of the Warp. Of course, for now, "demigod" was probably more accurate.

The Chaos Creator, God of All Furnaces, God of Machines—Vashtor.

Because of the Warp's influence, Alvin could "directly" glimpse the essence of this "Tech Daemon" within the prison that held him.

Scorching hot, like a living furnace!

He was enveloped in waves of Warp corruption, as if surrounded by billions of writhing mechanical tentacles and rotting metallic fascia.

Alvin could even smell a foul odor, like sulfur mixed with tar. It was intensely pungent.

Vashtor stooped, his body composed mostly of Daemon metal and souls forged together, with only a tiny portion resembling "flesh." He wore a triple mechanical crown, and six sharp, blade-like mechanical wings extended from his back, symbols of his exalted status. The "Soul Forge Hammer" in his right hand was also an exceptionally powerful Daemon Artifact.

Alvin recalled what he knew about Vashtor.

It was necessary. Knowing as much as possible before negotiations would let him control the situation and steer them in the right direction.

Inventor, engineer, scientist, craftsman... These were all facets of Vashtor, and synonymous with his name.

Even his existence was shrouded in mystery. He was an unusual being, and even Alvin, who knew most of the "story," understood little about this demigod who stood outside the system of the Chaos Gods and commanded a domain of his own. The only thing he could be sure of was that Vashtor was always pursuing the "Key."

This creation, known as the "Key," was said to have originated with the Old Gods and to be inextricably linked to the Webway.

Once Vashtor gathered all the fragments of the "Key," he could use his Soul