The Actors Are in Place, Please Welcome the Victim.

Chapter 419: The Actors Are in Position, Bring Out the Victim.

As an obscure little world located deep within the Warp, Draenor—even as a Daemon World—had never seen any great storms, populated entirely by idle daemons far removed from the front lines of conflict.

Simply put, the Warp entities there were all losers; they had no desire to join the factions of the Chaos Gods as errand boys, nor did they possess the grand ambition of a god-tier existence like Vashtorr, who believed that a man born between heaven and earth should never dwell beneath others.

Usually, they could only survive by acting as a staging ground for a local Chaos warband called the Hydra, trading their services for meager scraps of souls—a place defined by a lack of ambition, nothing like the terrifying hell perceived by the rest of the world.

But with a thunderous boom in the sky, this peaceful life was shattered; the terrifying fleet of The Fifth Chaos God had arrived, and they had brought a horde of Orks along with them.

Watching the hideous maw tear open in the sky, a Daemonkin wearing an Imperial Aquila hat and holding a giant wrench stood frozen in place, screaming:

"Oh no! The humans under The Fifth Chaos God have invaded the Warp! Run for your lives!"

"Bang!" A bolter round struck home, cutting off the daemon's heretical words before they could continue. A tall, enchanted warrior stepped out from the shadows, raising his weapon to fire wantonly at the previously well-behaved daemon minions.

As if the rift in the sky were some inexplicable signal, scenes like this played out in every camp across Draenor. The once-friendly Chaos warbands tore off their disguises, swiftly purging these daemons who knew too much.

When the last witness had their soul