The core of the Ever-Changing Daemonic Realm fell into an eerie atmosphere.
Every demon's gaze was nailed firmly to that ridiculous clown.
Hilling Empire Arbitration Mechanism... The Arbiter... Aha?
He had simply appeared before them like this. This was no longer blasphemy; it was simply... an absurdity that could not be described in the language of Chaos! The ultimate mockery of all Chaos!
"Roar—!!!"
The first to react was not Tzeentch, the host, but Khorne, who could absolutely not tolerate such provocation!
That enormous brass-colored phantom had not even fully condensed into a physical form when a colossal axe made purely of endless fury and the will for war tore through space, crashing down upon Aha with the savage power to cleave all souls and shatter all reality!
The force contained within that blow was enough to instantly vaporize an entire star sector, even making the structure of the real universe shriek amid the storms of the Warp.
It was the direct manifestation of the Blood God's wrath—simple, brutal, absolute destruction!
Yet faced with that terrifying strike, Aha merely let out an "Oops," like a clumsy waiter who had accidentally knocked over a cup.
He did not even dodge. He simply flicked the hand holding his scorecard upward.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no frenzied collision of energy.
When the destructive axe touched that tiny scorecard, it was as though it had cleaved into an incomparably profound, incomparably ridiculous paradox.
The power was neither neutralized nor reflected. Instead... it was "twisted."
The axe blade veered away at a bizarre angle, grazing Aha's body before slamming violently into the judges' stand Aha had just conjured. The ornate chair and a small patch of surrounding space were smashed to pieces, stirring up countless chaotic energy currents.
"Wow! That was close! So close!