What the hell was that?
The God-Emperor frowned and looked toward the area around the Golden Throne. Ferrus Manus was leading the Legion of the Damned in forcibly plugging the foul blood unconsciously spilling from Slaanesh, making it look rather like flood control and disaster relief.
Meanwhile, the Palace of Pleasure—which was both Slaanesh's nest of delight and part of her body—shuddered violently. An entire wall woven from flesh and skin was pierced by dead souls and white bones.
Ynnead?
The God-Emperor was surprised by the figure emerging through the breach in the wall. How had this feeble god of death suddenly found his backbone?
Had something happened among the Aeldari again? What a nuisance...
The God-Emperor was thoroughly annoyed by Ynnead's activity. Though he wanted to witness the spectacular sight of that madwoman Slaanesh being killed, he had to admit that Slaanesh had helped him quite a bit over the past few decades. He could not let anything happen to her now.
Having made his decision, the God-Emperor reluctantly drew away a portion of his attention and reached one hand toward Ynnead. The god of death sensed his movement and turned back with a savage grin, slashing at the God-Emperor.
A blade made of death tore through the chaotic, tangled Warp. It was like a deep chasm being cleaved into the earth; as the hollow opened, the Warp energy on both sides poured into the rift like waterfalls.
Interesting...
Facing Ynnead's attack, the God-Emperor's lips curled slightly. In Ynnead's eyes, it was undoubtedly a taunt.
The blade struck the center of the God-Emperor's palm, yet it did not sever it in two as Ynnead had expected.
"Why...?"
The God-Emperor did not answer Ynnead's question. In a sense, he too could be called humanity's god of death. The two gods