Part of the Plan

Nuceria's surface.

Angron held the ashes Shalaxi had become, and grief echoed through the empathic link he had forged with all Nucerians.

The Lord of Pleasure had been slain by the Uninvited Guest, leaving behind only the grieving Prince of Pleasure.

Vengeful fury filled Angron's chest. The primarch's oath to avenge his adoptive father reverberated in every soul. Likewise, everyone felt his anger and sorrow, sharing the same determination and purpose as the primarch.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

Yet the cries for revenge were soundless, for grief and rage had filled every body so completely that there was no room left even for words.

These psychic resonances echoed through the Immaterium, becoming nourishment for Slaanesh.

Slaanesh greedily consumed the negative emotions pouring in from across the universe. Even to this Chaos God, they were exceptionally sweet and stimulating, bringing greater joy than devouring most Eldar souls at the moment of birth.

Tzeentch watched the shattered universe that resembled a glass sphere.

As Slaanesh fed upon the emotions nearby, Tzeentch merely watched in silence. What the Lord of Change desired was not the most direct nourishment of emotions, but change.

"Delicious, isn't it?" Tzeentch asked with mockery in his voice.

But mockery was Tzeentch's default tone when communicating, so Slaanesh could not sense anything from those words.

"Compared to Isha, this universe is my true prize." Slaanesh chewed thoughtfully. "It is practically a ring of gluttony made for me."

Tzeentch seemed to agree with Slaanesh, and his laughter echoed through the Immaterium.

"As long as you offer me the plan to shape this universe, I am willing to help you reclaim the authority you once lost."

"We will become allies in the Great Game."

"..."

Slaanesh was thrilled.

With only a slight release of power, Tzeentch sealed away the torrent of words and