Slaanesh's daemonic host and the Emperor's Legion of the Damned advanced toward Khorne's newly built forge. Before long, the Warp echoed with the clanging of shattering metal and Khorne's furious roars.
Another ordinary day in the Warp.
Within his palace where he wove the web of fate, Tzeentch released an eyeball. Through the refraction and magnification of countless crystals, he could clearly watch the battle between the Emperor-Slaanesh alliance and Khorne.
He cackled twice. Under Tzeentch's control, the two laughs were distinctly directed at two different beings, though no one could tell whom Tzeentch was laughing at.
Moving through labyrinthine halls that constantly changed and possessed no fixed structure, Tzeentch altered his form and appearance through layer upon layer of mirrors. If Slaanesh's form possessed the beauty of a living creature, radiating a blended allure from its body, then Tzeentch's form was pure change and chaos, never ceasing.
Tzeentch opened 999999999 locks. Once all the locks had been opened, they fused into one, becoming a new lock that sealed a great door shut.
Tzeentch did not grow weary of it. Instead, he enjoyed it.
The lock vanished, and the door opened. Tzeentch flew inside and heard two voices conversing within this prison of refracted light and countless Reflections.
"What number is this?"
"Uh... it's... it's... 2?"
"Right, right!" The voice could barely conceal its joy, as though saying the number two were already an astonishing achievement.
"Then what comes after 2? What comes after 2?" a voice urged. Tzeentch crouched behind a corner and secretly listened in.
"Uh... it's..." The honest, simple voice echoed with difficulty. Tzeentch heard the faint sound of a painful gulp, and he could even hear the sound of a brain working.
Most creatures possessing the organ known as a brain transmitted information through electrochemical pulses