"What a useless fool!" Tzeentch glared furiously at Kairos Fateweaver, his face full of resentment as he muttered curses under his breath.
His gloomy yet imposing gaze seemed capable of piercing straight through Kairos Fateweaver. Tzeentch simply stared silently at him, pondering to himself.
Kairos Fateweaver could sense the heavy atmosphere around him. Even his breathing gradually slowed, and he did not dare make any small movements.
Second by second, time passed. The air around them seemed to solidify, with only the occasional breeze brushing past and breaking the suffocating silence.
At last, as though he had made up his mind, Tzeentch slowly instructed Kairos Fateweaver, "Since you fear that stowaway so greatly, I will assign you another task.
"Go to the Maelstrom. Roboute Guilliman is about to awaken from his slumber. Your purpose in going there is to do everything possible to beguile him."
Tzeentch had always held great expectations for Kairos Fateweaver and valued him immensely. After all, no matter what, Kairos Fateweaver was the only daemon to successfully return alive from the Well of Eternity.
If he were to die at the hands of the C'tan because of this clash with the stowaway, then even if Tzeentch wished to regret it later, it would likely be too late. After weighing the pros and cons, it was more appropriate to send Kairos Fateweaver on a relatively safer mission.
As for the dangerous work of continuing to cause trouble for that stowaway's subordinates, it would be better left to other insignificant daemons.
Even if the other Greater Daemons all died on the battlefield, Tzeentch would not feel the slightest pity or heartache. He would instead be more than happy to see the Greater Daemons under his command suffer misfortune.
"What? Roboute Guilliman is about to awaken?" Upon hearing the