Deep within the Warp, the Crystal Labyrinth:
Tzeentch's majestic blue incarnation, with its countless arms plucking at the threads of fate, showed an obvious, violent stagnation for the first time! Billions of thought cores calculated madly as if overloaded!
"Another one..." Tzeentch's billions of overlapping whispers carried a trace of barely concealed wariness. "The Hilling Empire... just how many beings of this rank do they possess?! This... aura... is it time?! The embodiment of knowledge?! Such pure order and wisdom... His rank... is absolutely no lower than that Arbiter, Lan!"
The shadow of Lan's arrow, which had grievously wounded him, had yet to fade when another being clearly possessing the rank of a "god," with such uniquely natured power, descended. Tzeentch felt unprecedented pressure.
Luke and Darth Vader's battle had clearly demonstrated that the Chaos Gods' power had almost no direct effect on Hilling Empire members in the real universe. The power of the Abyss could erase his power with ease.
The cost of acting by force was too great, and it would leave openings for the remaining Chaos Gods.
His core instantly locked onto Luke in the distant void, whose aura was weak and who seemed within easy reach!
"Magnus!" Tzeentch's will, carrying unprecedented urgency and temptation, stabbed into the Crimson King's mind like a sharp awl. "The moment to wash away your humiliation is now! Luke has been severely wounded, and only one primarch guards him! Bring him back! This is the Lord of Change's highest command!!" The order carried an unquestionable urgency.
At the same time, more thoughts were sent to several Greater Daemons of Tzeentch and Lords of Change in the heart of the battlefield. "At any cost! Keep Kesha occupied! Do not let her turn her attention elsewhere!"
A vast and filthy wave of will