A Chaos Beacon had gone out?
Cisrain, who was regulating the resources of the entire world, noticed the event that had suddenly appeared.
Yet even with one Chaos Beacon extinguished, the Warp's influence over the real world had not diminished.
It had even grown stronger.
Above Ozrax, an area of concentrated Chaos power had taken shape.
This indicated that the power of Chaos had already seeped into the material universe.
Though his forces had become unimaginably powerful compared to those of any single planetary governor,
in the galaxy as a whole, as long as any faction could spare the effort, it could wipe out his fragile pocket world with overwhelming force.
Powerful enemies surrounded the edges of Gamma World.
And they maintained a fragile balance.
The Tau Empire's Second Sphere Expansion was nearing its end, and they would be able to deploy more forces.
The era of the Great Rift was about to arrive, and the power of Chaos would grow as well.
Not to mention the hive fleets that had already reached Ultramar. At any moment, a passing Hive Fleet Leviathan could pass through Gamma World and devour everything.
Orks. Necrons.
Every faction would take the stage within the next hundred years.
The galaxy would become a burning battlefield.
The universe might be approaching its end and final silence.
The stronger a person became, the more they discovered how small they were.
The more they wanted to grasp everything, the more they realized they could control nothing.
Development. Development. Still development.
This road could only be walked to the end. There was no turning back.
Either achieve great deeds.
Or be burned to ash, with one's soul becoming another's plaything.
And Cisrain did not like that feeling of being out of control.
Either achieve glory, or have his soul