Snowballing

Khorne and Slaanesh had already fallen.

If Chaos Gods vanished, then they would vanish from the past, present, and future.

Nothing in the Immaterium would retain any trace of Khorne or Slaanesh.

But the real universe ultimately possessed causality and timelines, so the traces Khorne and Slaanesh had left across countless real universes, and the people they had influenced, would still remain.

Qin Xa, the godslayer, walked toward the Watchers.

The Watchers had already opened a portal back to the real universe. The little robed figures all bowed to Qin Xa, then silently turned and entered the portal.

Only Kang remained behind.

"What's the point of carrying that book around?" Qin Xa pointed at the Daemon Book.

Within the Immaterium, the Daemon Book's ability to use reality to speak a daemon's true name would not function.

"So you can spot me at a glance among my utterly unremarkable kin," Kang said.

Qin Xa thought, It would actually be pretty hard not to recognize you.

The Watchers, those little robed figures, were a race of anti-Immaterium Bio-Weapons created by the Old Ones. They had a certain lofty air about them. Kang alone was the exception. This joker among the little robed figures was easy to distinguish just by standing there.

By temperament.

"My people thank you for slaying the Chaos Gods," Kang added. "The next time gods are slain, we will appear again."

"I should be the one thanking you and your people." Qin Xa placed a hand over his chest in salute. "Thank you for your help."

Kang nodded, turned, and entered the portal.

Among the many helpers were also Gusa and his Blood Axe Clan, the Uslans, and the daemons.

Those daemons had all been shaped by concepts. Other than Samus, they possessed little independence. Qin Xa had no