Khorne howled and struggled with all his might, but the God-Emperor's power surpassed his by tens of millions of times. How could he possibly escape?
Nurgle, asleep nearby, was also too frightened by the gradually growing sounds of slapping to keep sleeping. He could only roll over, suck on his finger, and pray that the God-Emperor would not turn His attention toward him.
Isha traveled through the Webway and soon arrived at Lin Fan's side.
Lin Fan was dressed in simple casual clothes. The green, skintight armor that resembled a rubber suit had been tossed to Trazyn for his collection.
He held a heavy book and wrote and sketched across its pages without pause.
Beside him were Delia, who had removed her red ecclesiastical robes and wore a pale dress that exuded an air of reason, and Yilafren, who wore black eyeshadow and lipstick like some little gothic delinquent.
The three sat upon the soft grass, casually picking food and drinks from a fruit basket.
It was an immensely broad expanse. Behind them stood snow-capped mountains that pierced the clouds, their rugged lines as beautiful as an ink-wash painting. Meltwater flowed through the mountains, and the distant roar of rushing waterfalls could faintly be heard.
Before the snowy mountains lay gently sloping hills carpeted in lush green grass. Few people came here; only harmless herbivores lived there in comfort.
"Hi, Isha." The moment he saw her, Lin Fan set down his pen and went straight over, gathering her into his arms. "Is everything all right in the Warp?"
"Better than ever..." Isha hugged Lin Fan tightly, breathing in his distinctive scent.
She did not forget Yilafren and Delia beside them. The rapidly growing grass pushed both women over as well, wrapping them tightly around Lin Fan.
It was quite an