"He has ascended. Now there is another Destroyer..." Nurgle sensed the changes in the Warp. Deaths beyond their jurisdiction were streaming toward Terra.
Tzeentch offered no response to Nurgle's complaint and continued working away. Khorne's armor was far harder to peel off than he had expected, while the mushy Nurgle was no help at all, only making its surface slick and difficult to grasp.
"You birdman, your claws are really useless! Let me handle it!" Mork, who had been looking around and pretending he was merely strolling about because he was bored, impatiently shoved Tzeentch aside. He jammed his screwdriver into a gap in Khorne's armor, pried open a slight opening, then shoved a crowbar into it. Stepping onto the crowbar, he bounced up and down like he was playing on a seesaw.
Khorne's armor creaked under this violent abuse. Judging by the degree to which the metal was deforming, he would soon be stripped bare.
Tzeentch was not angered after Mork shoved him away. He simply pulled out several more stacks of plans and began writing and sketching, which made Nurgle beside him overthink things.
Could Tzeentch have deliberately pretended it was difficult in order to lure Mork into acting?
Nurgle thought it was entirely possible. He stepped closer and poked Tzeentch's shoulder with a branch. "What are you plotting now? Wouldn't it be better to focus on one thing?"
"Of course not!" Tzeentch brushed the branch from his shoulder. "Chaos will buy me... I mean, buy us enough time. Now I must interfere with the Emperor's plans. His power of destruction cannot be allowed to remain trapped by those children of his."
Nurgle stared silently at the plans in Tzeentch's hands and found that they were all filled with the changes the world should undergo after the Dark