The God of Poverty Chooses, It's Really Delicious

Not everything is like a lotus, rising from the mud yet remaining unstained, able to stand apart from its environment without a speck of filth.

The Warp is known as the Sea of Souls because any creature possessing a soul can create ripples within it.

As a hotbed for the birth of Chaos Gods, every massive surge of emotion creates tides in the Warp. Under the scouring of this repeatedly crashing power, the Chaos Gods are born.

Life, wisdom, courage, love, and even Emperor—who likely symbolizes both rebirth and destruction—all correspond to supreme thrones within the Warp, and they are the eternal prisoners upon these thrones.

The most formidable aspect of the Chaos Gods lies in their unstoppable, rule-based corruption, which cannot be reversed by mere willpower alone.

Take Slaanesh, who represents indulgence and desire, for example. You and others finding a place to engage in an orgy provides power to Him; intimate relations with a lover that culminate in marriage also provide power to Him. Unless all living beings were to become soulless machines like the Necron, the Chaos Gods will never perish.

As the galaxy's premier troublemaker, Tzeentch inserts Himself into any amusing situation, even if it yields no benefit to Him, only to conclude by saying that everything was according to plan.

Stubbornness is a universal trait of Warp entities, and Emperor and Tzeentch have carried this trait to the extreme.

As the God of Wisdom and Sorcery, He had arrived long before the Blackwatch raid on the Greenskin homeworld, personally setting the stage for this grand drama.

Watching the arena empty out as everyone followed the Greenskin, the Nob who had been locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Evil Orcs Neoth suddenly stirred. Taking advantage of the lack of onlookers, he played dead, then reached