Prince of Slaanesh

Reality and illusion intertwined.

A portion of the entire universe had been preserved within the Realm of Slaanesh like a bonsai.

Nuceria lay within this bonsai-like universe.

There was no star, nor any celestial body besides Nuceria Prime, yet the planet maintained its form and did not collapse.

Even within the Immaterium, there were no signs of severe corruption.

Even the sky was azure rather than the Realm of Slaanesh's characteristic purple.

"Divine Lord?"

Hearing the call, Qin Xa instinctively turned his head.

A man in a Rebel Army uniform stood behind Qin Xa, his gaze fervent and his tone excited. "You've returned!"

Qin Xa remained expressionless, though his eyes held a trace of wariness.

He sensed the consciousness of the person before him and detected no trace of Slaanesh's corruption.

"Do you remember me?" The Rebel Army soldier stepped forward eagerly, but Qin Xa's icy gaze forced him back two steps. Confused, he introduced himself. "I'm Sart. Do you remember me? Before the rebellion, my mother took me to the Arena to watch the gladiators fight. It was my birthday gift."

"That was the day I saw my idol—you."

"The blade of the Gladiators."

Seeing that Qin Xa still looked wary and cold, the soldier assumed he had not remembered and continued, "At the Arena, you even came close to where I was sitting and nodded at me."

Of course Qin Xa remembered Sart.

Sart of Mahe City. Sart the runner.

Qin Xa could never forget him. Neither could anyone from Nuceria who had lived through the era of rebellion and received an education.

When news of the High-Riders slandering the Rebel Army spread through Mahe City, the young Sart had run through the city, shouting that the Rebel Army was coming to Mahe Region. Whenever adults believed the