As Doom Slayer brutally slaughtered the Greater Daemon, another silent confrontation was unfolding on a higher plane, above the boiling sea of blood and burning mountains of skulls in the Warp.
Khorne, the Chaos God who embodied endless war and violence, had the core of his immense will burning with unprecedented flames of greed, fury, and a trace of astonished offense.
His gaze pierced through the Warp, fixed firmly on the small dark-green figure departing the Bloodgrind Corridor—the being who had rejected his gift, defied his projection head-on, and devoured the very essence of the Greater Daemon beneath his throne in the most blasphemous manner!
Such pure will for Destruction, such profound understanding of the nature of slaughter, such defiance in the face of divine might... he was the most perfect trophy upon the altar of Khorne's endless war! Khorne wanted him! He would cast him into an eternal arena and make him the brightest star of war, or... tear him apart with his own hands and use his blood and soul to water his throne!
Just as Khorne's will was about to disregard all consequences and personally descend with an even more terrifying divine punishment to seize that green figure—
A completely different yet equally vast and boundless will descended like an invisible colossal wall!
That will was like a cold sun, instantly tearing apart the eternal blood-red sky of Khorne's Realm and precisely blocking Khorne's line of sight!
The Emperor!
The eternal prisoner upon the Golden Throne of Holy Terra, protector of the Imperium of Man—his vast will had briefly projected itself here!
Two extreme wills collided thunderously in the void of the Warp!
There was no explosion of energy, no annihilation of matter—only the purest, most primal clash of wills!
The sea of blood churned, and the