Nurgle's finger was a thing of despair, while Tzeentch's feather was a thing filled with hope. As the extreme opposites of one another, these two objects would explode upon collision, creating an irresistible rift that would draw everyone inside.
Just as Amalaga had used pure death to enter the Formless Wastes, then exploited the subconscious desires of the living to travel through the Warp across immense distances, Tzeentch could use the same principle for Warp teleportation.
What place was both desperate and filled with boundless hope?
The Golden Ark fit that criterion perfectly.
All the suffering the Finalizers had gathered across the Human Federation was piled upon the Golden Ark, while all the hope Malcador had for leading the survivors in a counterattack against the Ark had been compressed into fragments of time, left to be scattered by the wind.
These people would go to the Ark and gain their hope, while also gaining their despair. But regardless of the outcome, Tzeentch knew one thing was certain and could never change.
He would certainly receive "half" of what had been agreed upon in the deal...
Explosions. Endless explosions... That was all Lin Fan could see. Warships were exploding, people were exploding, stars were exploding. Explosions were everywhere, at every moment.
One instant, he saw Perturabo explode from the inside out. The next, Perturabo had restored himself.
What exactly had happened? Lin Fan pondered it again and again, yet he could find no similar scene or description in the books.
At last, amid a tremendous roar that seemed to shake heaven and earth, the ceaseless explosions finally ended. Then he felt his feet land on some hard ground, with the unconscious group lying around him.
Warships drifted through the sky, flickering and twitching as though malfunctioning. One moment they stopped