What You Have, We Definitely Have

Talina was naturally not this daemon's true name, but that did not affect her telling everyone her story.

Like other daemons born within a god's domain, Talina had possessed the same spiritual essence as Slaanesh from birth. In a sense, these daemons could also be called incarnations of certain aspects of their god.

Talina's daemon "friends" usually had pale, soft skin and adorned their bodies with expensive, extravagant gemstones, metal jewelry, and silk. Tanned, gleaming, resilient human leather was also a fine choice.

Every evil a living creature could display could be found within Slaanesh's domain. The scenery here was in no way inferior to Tzeentch's realm, famed for its chaotic and ever-changing nature.

Material wealth decorated every inch of the place, covered in slimy substances born of vanity and extreme narcissism. Everything glittered beneath the hungry gaze of the Lord of Desire.

Talina had spent most of her existence here after being born. Those around her were all ambitious, reckless, unscrupulous beings who sought only to earn their god's favor.

Talina had been another daemon's slave, and she had enslaved other daemons herself. In a place like the Warp, where time was indistinct, Talina divided the stages of her life entirely by the various interesting experiences and events she had undergone.

Still, some things were quite rare—for instance, breaking out of the Warp to take a look outside.

The veil made it exceptionally difficult for the Four Gods to unleash their power in the material universe, let alone petty daemons like them, who could ascend only by relying on their god's grace.

Clearly, the Eye of Terror was a good place to reach the material universe, but Talina had never once passed through it easily.

The roving Chaos warbands maintained a pathological caution and hostility toward all strangers. Whenever