New Transaction

Ten thousand years? A fleeting moment? Eternity? Time has no meaning in the Warp, and the waves of the Sea of Souls churn without end.

A mysterious soul remains unharmed under the guard of the Four Chaos Gods, its power growing ever stronger, its light shining upon the borderlands of the Four Chaos Gods.

The turbulent waves of the Warp herald that a great event is about to unfold in the material universe.

The Aeldari, a people fostered by the Old Ones.

In that War in Heaven which shaped the current landscape of the Warp, they received the grace of the Old Ones and transcended their primitive state.

They ascended to become the dominant race of the galaxy, aiding the Old Ones in their struggle against the gods of the physical universe, the C'tan, and their servants, the Necrons.

After an aeon of war, the Old Ones were defeated by the gods of the material universe and the primordial inhabitants of the Warp, vanishing from the galaxy.

At the end of the war, the Necrons launched a sneak attack on the C'tan, paying an unimaginable price to shatter their former masters into countless shards.

The cost of god-slaying was immense; the Necrons were left severely weakened, and knowing they lacked the strength to rule the galaxy, the entire race entered the Great Sleep.

As for the Aeldari, they transformed from former proteges into the preeminent hegemonic race of the galaxy, having inherited the legacy of their predecessors.

During their reign over the galaxy, their culture and technology developed without limit.

They conquered the stars with technological might and the psychic powers bestowed upon them by their creators, ruling the galaxy for tens of millions of years.

Invincible in the galaxy, the Aeldari grew arrogant, viewing all other galactic races as inferior.

Because of this prideful perspective, the entire race failed to see the hidden crisis of extinction.

Aeldari society became obsessed with pleasure; hedonism became the order of the day, and they gradually descended into depravity through endless indulgence.

In the elegant halls that once witnessed the glory of the Aeldari, copulating Aeldari could be seen everywhere, and acts of blasphemy were commonplace in the temples dedicated to their gods.

With the collapse of faith, the power of the Aeldari Pantheon faded to the extreme, leaving them no longer capable of pulling their race back to the right path.

The Aeldari fell into a bottomless pit of indulgence, addicted to the pleasure brought by their excesses.

When simple copulation and play could no longer stimulate their senses, they sought greater thrills and enjoyed extreme pleasures.

The powerful psychic talent gifted by their creators was now a lethal poison blade held to the throat of the entire Aeldari Empire, ready to erase them.

Psychic talent.

Psychic talent is an extraordinary gift in the material universe; psykers draw upon the energy of the Warp to manifest powers that twist the laws of physics in the physical universe.

Using psychic power is not without cost; every time a psyker manifests their power in the material universe, their soul projection in the Warp shines brilliantly.

This attracts the attention of daemons, who then devour the soul, occupying the physical shell and turning it into a gateway between the material universe and the Warp.

Almost every Aeldari possessed psychic talent, and it was immensely powerful.

As the entire Aeldari race descended into depravity, the Warp was filled with their intense emotions, and the extreme feelings generated by the fallen Aeldari whipped up bizarre storms in the Sea of Souls.

The galaxy-spanning Aeldari Empire fell into corruption, and the dark emotions born from their souls gradually converged in the Warp.

The new and the old intertwined; the Warp energy bred by the Aeldari's fall surged like a tide, awakening the dark god that had been gathering strength in the depths of the Warp and catalyzing its birth.

Then, accompanied by a "wail" of a scream.

The raging storms spreading through the Warp were blown away, and a new dark god was born: Slaanesh.

From the moment of its birth, the dark god existed across all timelines, past and future.

Events occurring in the material universe merely "anchor" history, making what has already happened unchangeable.

With Slaanesh's first cry of indulgence, a Warp rift was torn open in the heart of the Aeldari Empire in the material universe, swallowing most of the empire's territory into the Warp.

It even alarmed the weakened gods of the Aeldari Pantheon, filling them with immense terror.

Slaanesh was birthed by the Aeldari; she is the Prince of Darkness, the ultimate blasphemy of indulgence.

The Aeldari nourished her, and they are her sustenance; the gods of the Aeldari they worshipped were a great tonic for her.

She possessed an irresistible, targeted lethality against the Aeldari; the gods of the Aeldari, already faded to the extreme, were powerless to resist Slaanesh and were all killed and devoured, becoming the first "milk" for her birth, nourishing the dark god's growth.

The Aeldari Empire, which had rampaged through the galaxy for tens of millions of years, collapsed in an instant; a permanent Warp rift was torn into the once-glorious central space of the Aeldari, like a scar upon the material universe.

The serpent rides the mist, only to return to dust.

The once-mighty Aeldari Empire fell, leaving behind only the laughter of the Chaos Gods.

In the cataclysmic disaster, only a few Aeldari who foresaw the crisis managed to escape; the gods either fled or died, with very few surviving.

After feasting to her heart's content, Slaanesh returned to her realm to begin her endless indulgence and pleasure.

The raging storms of the Warp dissipated, returning once more to a brief calm.

The newly ascended god took her seat and joined the never-ending Great Game.

The Four Chaos Gods turned their gaze toward the borderlands, wanting at every moment to claim that soul for their own, yet their attention was diverted by another interesting matter.

A wisp of golden light appeared in the Warp, rising like a golden sun.

The sun shone in all directions; daemons dared not look directly at it, and the light was so cold that it made the creatures of the Warp tremble.

The golden radiance shone upon the Warp, the psychic light dazzling and holy, casting its power wantonly.

A powerful psyker from the material universe had arrived in the Warp, using their power to prove themselves, hoping to draw the gaze of the Four Chaos Gods.

Wherever the golden sun passed, the power of the Warp receded, and the daemons who dared to look directly at the golden soul were reduced to ash, disappearing from the Warp in the truest sense.

"Chaos Gods!!!"

The words echoed throughout the Warp, repeated in every known language, while unknown whispers conveyed His will.

Yet the gods within the Warp offered no response; the golden sun hung silently, waiting for the gods to answer.

A bellicose Greater Daemon under Khorne's command raised its twin axes high, flapping its demonic wings as it shot toward the golden sun.

The majesty of the gods shall not be provoked!

"I shall sever your head and offer it to my master!"

The Khornate Greater Daemon unleashed its full power within the Warp, far exceeding what it could manifest in the material realm.

The Greater Daemon roared as it charged upward, blood-red arms lifting the twin axes, the blades wreathed in crimson flames; its might shook the heavens and earth, its power capable of overturning the cosmos.

The golden will disdained the Khornate Greater Daemon, its attention not on the creature at all.

It called out once more to the true masters deep within the Warp: "Gods, I have come to bargain."

The humiliation of such disdain drove the Khornate Greater Daemon into a greater rage; its ferocity surged with its roar as it swung the twin axes down with all its might.

The chaotic turbulence of the Warp was cleaved apart, a crimson axe-light slicing through the landscape.

Those disorganized, newly formed scraps of daemons were reduced to ash under the powerful strike, utterly erased from the Warp.

With such a powerful blow, the Warp trembled, and even the Dark God Khorne cast a glance toward the scene.

The golden sun remained unmoved by the ferocity, not even manifesting defensive measures, as if it did not see the Khornate Greater Daemon at all.

As the Greater Daemon's axes struck the golden will, the onlookers waited to see the blasphemer suffer grievous wounds and be driven back to the material universe.

Yet what happened in the next instant far exceeded the imagination of the Greater Daemons of the Four Chaos Gods; since their inception, they had never seen such a powerful psyker!

The Greater Daemon's axes were unstoppable, yet the psyker did not block them; the moment they made contact, the resulting anomaly left the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch pale with horror.

The Khornate Greater Daemon's strike hit the golden sun, achieving not an inch of progress, while its own demonic form was annihilated.

In the eyes of the other daemons, as the Khornate Greater Daemon's body neared the light, those cold rays irradiated it into ash.

The golden sun's will did not stir in the slightest; the Khornate Greater Daemon approaching Him gradually disintegrated within the holy radiance, the two great axes fading away into dust.

The power it had displayed now seemed like a moth to a flame, stripped of all dignity before its natural nemesis.

"Human, you have come here once again to display your power; what is it that you wish to obtain from us this time?"

The golden sun displayed His power and received recognition; the wills of the Four Chaos Gods descended before Him.

The Four Chaos Gods descended simultaneously, their majesty too great to look upon directly, the power they released casually distorting the Warp.

Burning meteors slid from above, lightning struck the earth, storms howled with frost, and daemons knelt in worship under their might, chanting the names of the gods.

Facing the majesty of the Four Chaos Gods, the golden sun did not reveal a hint of cowardice or panic.

The space around Him remained calm, without a single ripple.

He whispered softly, speaking in a low voice: "A new trade, a concept unprecedented in both the material universe and the Warp."

"My knowledge, combined with the knowledge you provide, to create a unique and powerful existence where the Warp and reality intersect."

"Here are the details!" With a flash of golden light, the golden sun cast out four spheres of light containing the terms of the trade, which flew toward each of the Four Chaos Gods.

The moment they made contact, the Four Chaos Gods understood what was written within.

After calculating all gains and losses, the Four Chaos Gods whispered among themselves, debating the legitimacy and feasibility of the trade.

The human before them had once used a Warp portal to enter the Realm of Chaos, paying a price to exchange for forbidden knowledge from the gods.

Now, having stepped into the Realm of Chaos once more, he was even more audacious.

The golden will remained silent; He knew this trade was destined to succeed, for the Four Chaos Gods could not refuse the conditions He proposed.

"We accept your trade, human." After a flurry of whispers, the Master of Change spoke on behalf of the Four Chaos Gods, agreeing to this unprecedented bargain.

"However... I believe we should add one more condition." A wide mouth split across Tzeentch's face, a sinister, dark, and wild smile.