There were many ways to take revenge. Against a thief, you could beat him up and call it a day, or be a little more ruthless and hand him over to the law, let him spend a few years in prison. But for He Shenyan, there was one and only one way to take revenge on Tzeentch.
He could no longer continue delving deeper into the Warp, but he could still do a few small things, and from those small points manipulate the whole situation. But he hated that feeling.
Hated it utterly.
The Mage's personality was very direct. Compared to keeping things hidden and taking revenge from behind the scenes, he preferred to drive the knife straight into his enemy's heart face-to-face—so this helpless "had to" filled him with extreme disgust.
+Thank you, Mage.+
The not-yet-dead dying man sighed from the heart.
+I no longer know what I should say, whether for your act of retrieving their two souls for me, or for the arrangements you laid in the Warp. A massive Psionic bomb triggered by a chain reaction... truly chilling.+
"This is only the beginning," the Mage answered indifferently. "I know It won't grieve much over the deaths of those plot-weavers, but this will absolutely greatly reduce Its ability to influence the Empire."
He made a gesture.
"The chain-reaction bombs will appear before every Tzeentch demon when those things try once again to manipulate mortal destinies and weave lies. Thank you for letting me manipulate your Astral Beacon. It helped a great deal. Otherwise, in my current condition, I wouldn't have been able to carry out this small revenge."
+I am the one who should thank you.+
The not-yet-dead dying man answered solemnly. +But I must set that aside for now. Why are you so weak?+
"Crossing boundaries