Tzeentch's enormous single eye slowly swept across the restored "normal" core of the Ever-Changing Daemonic Realm. Its cold will repeatedly confirmed the state of every inch of space, every flow of energy, every node of causality.
Nothing.
There was no trace of anything left behind.
Aha, the Hilling C'tan who had turned His supreme domain into a farcical theater and toyed with Him and the other three Chaos Gods, had indeed had his existence signal utterly annihilated by the interference of Khorne's pure will of Destruction and Tzeentch's own power. Not even the most basic fragments of information remained.
The terrified demons below gradually recovered from their initial extreme fear and the absurdity of being forced to "perform."
They looked at one another and whispered among themselves, before finally turning reverent and fearful gazes toward the void still lingering with terrifying fluctuations, as well as Tzeentch's eye high above.
It seemed... that incomprehensible clown had finally been dealt with.
Though the process had been filled with unspeakable humiliation, the result seemed good... right?
However, just as that deathly silence of surviving a catastrophe was about to spread—
Rumble!!!!
The entire Ever-Changing Daemonic Realm suddenly shook violently! The tremors did not come from within, but from its boundaries! It was as though countless heavy warhammers were madly battering the outer walls of the labyrinth!
Immediately afterward, the shrieks, war cries, and wails of countless demons traveled through the tides of the Warp into the core region!
All the demons, including the minor gods and Greater Daemons, stared in astonishment toward the entrance of the realm. In their senses, an incomparably brutal battle had erupted there! An endless crimson tide radiating pure fury and slaughter—the army of Khorne!—was crazily assaulting the borders of Tzeentch's Realm!
Blades hacked against shifting walls, chainsaws tore