After asking that humble yet greedy question, Tzeentch's will was instantly swallowed by boundless regret and fear.
He had actually... actually dared to question such a great, such an indescribable existence directly?!
It was no different from an ant roaring at a star!
Yet the expected annihilation never came.
The vast aggregate composed of countless radiant spheres—Yog-Sothoth—seemed to "turn" slightly, and a thought containing an endless torrent of information once more resounded directly within the deepest recesses of Tzeentch's consciousness, carrying the detached amusement of someone observing an interesting microorganism:
"Interesting... little thing..."
"Claims to be... the embodiment of knowledge... the pinnacle of wisdom..."
"Yet knows... nothing of true knowledge..."
"Like a frog at the bottom of a well... mistaking the sky it sees... for the whole world..."
"To surpass the mouth of the well... you must first... understand... that you yourself... are the well..."
This thought was like the sharpest scalpel, instantly cutting open the core of wisdom Tzeentch had built from countless lies and schemes and laying bare his essence—a pitiful being trapped within the "well" of the Warp, yet believing himself to command the truth of knowledge.
Before Tzeentch could recover from the shock of being seen through completely, a torrent of "knowledge," too vast and complex to be described by any words, crashed into his will like a bursting galactic river!
It was not an orderly library with neatly categorized volumes, but a chaotic, insane ocean of primordial information filled with countless contradictions, paradoxes, and blasphemous truths!
Mixed within were innumerable mad whispers and howls that could shatter one's sanity completely!
"AAAAAH—!!!"
Tzeentch's projection let out an incomparably shrill scream. The countless eyes upon it instantly filled with cracks, as if they would burst apart completely the next second!
His will was like a small boat