At the edge of the Great Rift—the scar upon the real universe—rampaging energy currents raged like an eternal storm, tearing at the fabric of space and time.
Within this region of space where even the stars had dimmed, an elegant Throne of the Heavenly Blade, radiating holy brilliance, floated silently, like the sole tranquil place within the eye of a storm.
Upon the throne, Kesha sat with dignified poise and inviolable majesty, her golden eyes calmly watching the Warp below, where endless sin and madness churned.
Beside her, Lan stood with his arms folded, his gaze seeming to pierce through that dazzling yet dangerous veil and stare directly into its essence.
Suddenly, the two of them seemed to receive some sort of message at the same time, and both paused slightly.
"...Aha?" Lan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "He actually came to this star system."
A teasing smile appeared on Kesha's exquisitely beautiful face. She tilted her head toward Lan, her tone carrying a hint of mockery. "It seems your 'old friend' has come to catch up with you. With that kind of 'enthusiasm' of his, he'll probably come knocking very soon."
Lan shook his head, his expression unchanged, though his tone was utterly certain. "No. Knowing him, he won't come looking for me first. That place—" He raised a hand and pointed at the bizarre, ever-shifting Warp, filled with limitless 'fun.' "—is what interests him most right now. My guess is that he's already gone in."
Kesha shook her head and chuckled. "Heh... it's about to get lively in there."
Meanwhile, deep within the Warp, at the heart of Tzeentch's Maze of Change woven from countless lies and schemes.
A high-level gathering of the Chaos gods was still underway, its atmosphere solemn and oppressive.
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