The T'au Empire's modified "diplomatic" fleet, equipped with crude Warp engines, struggled through the twisted, kaleidoscopic currents of the Warp like a few leaves cast into a raging sea.
The fluctuations emitted by those engines, imitating the frequencies of Chaos, were like a solitary lamp flickering in the darkness. Though faint, they were enough to draw the attention of certain beings.
The core of Tzeentch's domain—the Crystal Labyrinth.
The immense will of the Changer of Ways, composed of countless flashing schemes and fragments of the future, operated like the most precise instrument.
The T'au Empire fleet's distinctive aura, a mixture of order and blasphemous technology, along with that faint signal carrying an intent of "cooperation," was like an insect thrown into a spiderweb, instantly captured and analyzed.
"An interesting... variable." Tzeentch's whisper echoed through the labyrinth, carrying a hint of amusement. "Ants... from the edge of the material universe? They dare extend an olive branch to the abyss... courage? Or... stupidity?"
His will pierced through countless branches of possibility and saw the shadow concealed behind the fleet—the being who called himself the "Sith Lord," radiating pure darkness and cold resolve.
What caught Tzeentch's attention was that he could not make out any information about the other party. Within that dark will, there was faintly mixed a powerful aura entirely different from those "outsiders" who had intervened in the Imperium of Man.
"They are connected... to information regarding those lackeys of order..." Tzeentch's will brimmed with interest.
If he could squeeze intelligence about the Hilling Empire from this "Sith Lord," its value would far surpass that of a weak race.
However, when his "gaze" swept over the T'au fleet's scale and composition of strength, he instantly lost most of his interest.
"Too weak... unworthy of becoming a collaborator." Tzeentch's cold will