Still Winning Big

"Does this thing really work?"

Within the ever-shifting labyrinth, Rokasna, Carlos, and Vect watched the images displayed by the crystalline lens.

Rokasna stared fixedly at the vaccine. If it truly worked, it would be incredibly lethal to daemons like them.

"It works."

Tzeentch's voice drifted over slowly. Rokasna's eyes widened as he turned back toward Tzeentch in shock.

"Then we..."

Sealing Rokasna's mouth with crystal, Tzeentch's form radiated the pleasure of a plan proceeding steadily.

"Everything is under control..."

The winds of indulgence blew for sixty-six days, and decadent music resounded for sixty-six days. The entire planet became an enormous meatball, utterly transformed into a stable anchor through which Slaanesh displayed her power in the material world.

The planet's corruption would spread outward. Merchant vessels draped in transparent human skin and depraved artistic exchange fleets devoted to indulgence would surge toward every Imperial world in the sector.

These fallen ones possessed remarkably effective disguises. They became the finest actors in the galaxy, spreading Slaanesh's corruption from one planet to the next through sweet words and deceit.

Faced with such a crisis, the Imperial Inquisition would urgently mobilize every available force.

The secretive Grey Knights Chapter would rush to the battlefield. Space Marine Chapters already engaged in war would be summoned under emergency red authority. Battle Sisters and crusading armies from countless religious worlds would form a devout expeditionary fleet, while the Departmento Munitorum would assemble vast numbers of Astra Militarum into armies.

When they arrived, the entire sector would undergo purification.

The Grey Knights and Space Marines would cleanse the planets one by one, preferring to kill the innocent rather than let any guilty escape. Even Astra Militarum troops who proved their fearless courage before daemons would die in the subsequent purity inspections.

If the situation became so dire