In a hidden corner of the Webway.
Vashtorr stood before a device powered by the suffering of daemons, studying the map-like projection and the four red dots representing the invaders.
"Vashtorr!!"
"Vashtorr!!"
An angry roar rose from behind him. The Forge Master slowly turned around, only for a thick arm to seize him by the throat the next moment.
Following the arm upward, Vashtorr saw Bilak's face twisted with rage.
"Why won't you activate the portal to the main Webway?!" Bilak roared, spraying Vashtorr's face with spittle. "I considered every obstacle my army and I might encounter, but I never imagined that you would be the one stopping us!"
As was commonplace when Warp creatures and Slaves to Darkness got along, Vashtorr and Bilak erupted into conflict once more.
Bilak wanted to lead his daemons to hunt down the four enemies who had forced their way into the Webway, rather than wait here for them to come knocking.
Vashtorr held the opposite view.
When Bilak ignored his advice and personally led the daemons toward the main Webway where the invaders were located, the portal was shut.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Bilak did not press further. He released Vashtorr and instead demanded, "You deliberately let them in. You deliberately left the Webway undefended. What are you trying to do?"
Vashtorr remained silent.
Bilak found this increasingly strange and continued questioning him. "When you forged the Iron Ring, you hired Plague Sorcerers. And now, a ritual close to the sacred number nine is being conducted in the Webway created by the Discordant Engine. I already knew you had made deals with the Dark Gods, but if you made a deal with the Lord of Change, you must tell me."
"Indeed, as you said." Vashtorr turned and stared at the