"I do not need any gifts from your master."
"It isn't hiding in the Warp, thinking it will be the only god beyond my measure, is it?"
"It and Khorne, whichever comes first, will end up like Nurgle and Slaanesh."
Qin Mo stared into Carlos's eyes, as though communicating with the essence of this Changer of Ways.
"And what would measuring them accomplish? Could you kill them?" Carlos asked.
"Not yet. But things have to be done step by step," Qin Mo answered frankly.
"Then perhaps there is a better way. Accept my master's gift, and you will possess greater power to contend with the gods." Carlos continued, "You should have realized by now that the best way to deal with the Warp—or rather, the Empyrean—is to use itself against it, because it contains incomparably immense power."
Qin Mo raised his index finger. "I said I would not accept it."
"My apologies, but from the moment you entered this Webway, the gift had already begun to be bestowed upon you. It cannot be stopped," Carlos said.
"What exactly is this gift?"
"It will help you achieve your goals, as well as every desire in your heart. I already told you."
"..."
Qin Mo did not want to ask any more questions. He merely took Carlos's words as a reference, and he had had enough of this maddening exchange where every question yielded only one fragment of an answer.
The Chainsword was pressed against the left side of Carlos's neck, while the Crone Sword rested against the right.
"Even if you kill me, you cannot refuse the gift, because it has already begun." Carlos looked ready to die. "I used the Staff of Tomorrow to divide my power, allowing me to become multiple versions of myself and conduct this ritual for