Cordelia seemed to have another long dream.
"Why did I say 'another'?"
Cordelia was puzzled. She had a strong sense of déjà vu and clearly knew she was dreaming.
Through the haze, Cordelia found herself on a battlefield. Slaanesh's demons stretched as far as the eye could see, cackling and raging as they charged her—only to be pierced and dissolved by tentacles bursting from the ground.
The grotesque, blood-and-flesh tentacles should have been horrifying, but at that moment they made Cordelia feel strangely safe. The crimson light flickering across them especially made her feel as if she were home.
Devour and dissolve! The dark purple sky gradually cleared, only to be stained crimson once more.
As the tide turned, bizarre creatures resembling Tyranids split off from the tentacles. They opened their huge mouths and roared as they charged toward the distant, towering deity.
Cordelia was dumbfounded. She felt as if she were having some bizarre nightmare, and those fleshy tentacles didn't seem like good guys either. The feeling peaked when the fleshy monsters that looked like Tyranids shouted, "We won't let the Legion down!"
"What Legion? Can someone explain this to me? Am I dead?"
No one could answer her question, but she was clearly not dead.
As time passed, Slaanesh's armies were driven back at every turn. More fleshy monsters sprang from their corpses, shouting as they charged into the distance. Cordelia even spotted two white-haired little bugs arguing over a Daemon Weapon, yelling:
"I picked it up first!"
"Bullshit! Treasures belong to the worthy, and I'm worthier than you. Die!"
"Waaaagh!"
"Waaaagh!!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves. Once the two bugs started fighting over how to split the spoils, more bugs joined in, squabbling among themselves over the loot.
As they fought, another kind of little