At the depths of the Warp, at the edge of Slaanesh's daemon realm.
The "gaze" cast from the depths of that black fissure was cold and indifferent, as though it came from the absolute void before the birth of the universe, yet it carried an ancient malice capable of extinguishing stars and shattering laws.
It was neither tangible energy nor a psychic assault, yet it was more terrifying than any attack because it acted directly upon the very "concept" of existence.
What followed that gaze was an indescribable whisper.
The whisper did not travel through sound. It echoed directly in the deepest parts of their souls, shaking the primordial wills that formed the existence of the four Chaos Gods!
If Chaos's whispers lured living beings into corruption, twisted their wills, and dragged souls into the mire of desire—
Then the Abyss's whisper was utter madness and ultimate nothingness! It was not tempting them. It was "overwriting" and "erasing" them!
That whisper made the four supreme beings of Chaos, who styled themselves as incarnations of the universe's negative emotions, truly feel a tremor rising from the foundation of their existence for the first time...
"Something is wrong!" Tzeentch's will, woven from countless schemes and fragments of knowledge, was the first to issue a shrill warning. An unprecedented vigilance flashed through its millions of eyes. "The laws of this region are being rewritten! We are losing our deeper connection to the Sea of Souls! This place... is slipping out of our control!"
The other three gods immediately sensed the anomaly as well!
They tried to command the Chaos energy around them, which had once obeyed them as readily as their own limbs, only to find it sluggish and inert. It was even... resisting their will, as though it had been "contaminated" and