"Yes, that was how it should have been," Tzeentch replied. "But new changes have arisen in the predetermined game."
"You mean the competition for Warmaster?"
"Mm... that counts too, but it isn't the crucial part." Tzeentch pondered. "Sanguinius's involvement was not part of my plan. He should have become the Emperor of the Second Empire, not competed here with his brothers. He is not the sort with a competitive nature. Horus and Lion El'Jonson were already enough."
"Mm..." Though Nurgle embodied decay and stagnation, He was not stupid. He quickly understood that Tzeentch was implying something else. "So Sanguinius was not competing for Warmaster of his own accord? The Emperor pushed him out as a cover for His own purpose. Ah, using His own child as bait. What a heartless father."
Nurgle's indecisiveness disgusted Tzeentch. Resisting the urge to mock Him, He continued, "And just now, I completely lost contact with Magnus. I can no longer see him or hear him. Though the Emperor previously noticed my secret connection with Magnus, He could only block it temporarily. He could not keep my gaze away forever. After all, Magnus's eyeball was sacrificed to me. As long as I held this, he could never escape me..."
"The Emperor has hidden him away, somewhere none of us know."
"And Angron... Though I never expected anything from that fool, his calmness is equally strange."
"Mm..." Nurgle fell silent after hearing this. He was thinking. Even in the Warp, where time and space were disordered, His thoughts stretched on long enough to become unbearable to Tzeentch. Tzeentch raised a hand and shot a ray of light at Nurgle, accelerating His thoughts.
"I seem to recall something..." Nurgle said. Tzeentch could not help leaning forward. "The war pressure facing Mortarion and his Legion has increased considerably,