God

The abstract, intangible battle continued for a while.

Then Qin Xa suddenly converged, taking on his original form.

Tzeentch, too, was forcibly materialized into the entity he had been before.

The battlefield shifted from the depths of the Immaterium to its surface.

Once materialized, Tzeentch looked around and saw The Maker watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey, but he could not see the other part of himself.

That meant the other part had already been annihilated by the being capable of erasing Immaterium entities.

"Even Tzeentch, strengthened many times over, was nothing special."

The Maker leaned on his sword and turned to Qin Xa, who was walking past him.

"If he had not grown many times stronger, the godslaying battle would have ended after a single swing of Ending."

Qin Xa stopped beside The Maker.

The armor on his upper body had shattered, leaving only his helmet and the armor covering his lower body.

Those shattered fragments flowed into many universes worth saving, becoming anchors that suppressed psychic impacts and stabilized reality.

The fragments were regarded as miracles and remained in those realities, while those who happened to live near them saw them as divine artifacts.

Around those fragments, the creatures of reality waged wars of contention, with ambitious men seeking to seize the fragments and integrate them into their weapons and armor.

But the fragments chose their own Emissaries, becoming part of them and granting them unparalleled psychic power, allowing them to bring an end to the chaos of a reality universe.

"End him." Qin Xa raised his long spear and sword.

The Maker tightened his grip on his twin swords and slowly nodded.

The Cold Sun in the sky let out a roar.

Within the cold light, the two godlike beings advanced toward the materialized Tzeentch.