Within the core region of Tzeentch's labyrinth, the energy storm triggered by the extreme fury of the four Chaos Gods slowly subsided, yet the air remained thick with suffocating oppression and the lingering embers of rage.
Khorne glared fixedly at Tzeentch's enormous eye, his brass-colored body continuously twisting with fury. That brief yet fierce clash had nearly ignited a full-scale war between gods.
In the end, only through Nurgle's persuasion of "Tzeentch, you can't beat Khorne," and Slaanesh's provocative whisper of "Big brothers, don't fight! You can't kill gods like this," did the two sides "extremely unwillingly" cease fighting for the time being.
Nurgle and Slaanesh's projections flickered faintly, seemingly somewhat disappointed that they had failed to witness a more intense conflict.
Tzeentch's icy will swept across the devastated domain before finally settling upon Darth Vader, who had remained standing silently to one side like a shadow.
"You." Tzeentch's will stabbed toward Vader like an icy needle. "Why didn't you intervene just now?"
All eyes, including the remnants of the other three Chaos Gods' wills, focused on Vader.
Throughout Aha's disruption, this newly ascended Abyss god had practically watched with cold indifference, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Darth Vader raised his head. The electronic eyes beneath his mask glowed red as he met Tzeentch's gaze without fear, even letting out a dull snort tinged with mockery.
"Intervene? Against that Hilling Arbiter? And completely place myself in opposition to the Hilling Empire?" Vader's voice was low and hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable resolve. "My objective has never changed. It is directed only at Luke. Become enemies with the Hilling Empire? Sorry, I haven't lived long enough. Before I completely fulfill my mission, I have no desire to provoke that colossal entity I cannot understand at all."
His words were blunt and direct,