Seeing that no one had any objections, the gods began considering how to divide up the primarchs.
"I, Khorne, want this one. He is brave and righteous, with an immense heart for sacrifice and devotion. He is exactly to my taste."
"I, Nurgle, want this one. He is kind and unifying, considerate toward his sons and mortals alike. My big family needs such a good big brother."
"I, Tzeentch, want this one. He is clever and resourceful, unwilling to abandon hope even in the most desperate situations. My library needs a ghostwriter who will not go insane."
"I, Slaanesh, want this one. His charm is limitless; he captivates both men and gods. I want him to dance for me forever~"
The four gods fought over a holy, winged figure. They were in no hurry to fight over the other primarchs, but this one was absolutely not to be given up.
"Come on! You idiots! Let us have a proper fight! Let us see who is worthy!"
"Idiot! Our war never ends! You are merely wasting your effort!"
"Fight, fight!"
"I do not really want to fight, but I will if necessary."
The four gods bickered noisily, refusing to yield to one another. The entire Warp trembled beneath their roars, while their daemons and servants were each pulled behind their respective gods.
The boundless, endless legions of the four gods clashed, dedicating everything to their masters' goals.
No one knew how long the war had lasted. Every god stared intently, waiting for another god to let down their guard so they could swarm them and eliminate a potential competitor.
Then Tzeentch's expression suddenly changed. He withdrew all his legions and divine power, cursing the other gods. "That idiot agent killed Sanguinius! I could not even find his soul!"
"What?" Slaanesh was