Warp, Tzeentch's Realm
The waves of the Warp never knew peace, yet amid this chaotic sea of disorder, Tzeentch's Realm maintained an eerie relative calm.
Scattered Abyssal contaminants and the twisted spawn of the Great Old Ones occasionally assaulted this territory, but their frequency and intensity were far lower than their incursions into other regions.
It was as though, in the senses of these mad polluters, some quality emanating from Tzeentch's Realm instinctively made them regard it as one of their own rather than a target for contamination.
Darth Vader stood before the prism of the crystal palace, gazing at the shifting lights and shadows beyond. Beneath his armor, an indescribable restlessness and confusion grew in his eyes.
He had summoned the Abyss, gained the power of a god, and fulfilled his former wish.
Yet at the final moment, he had recoiled, unable to fully embrace the Abyss.
That hesitation enraged him and filled him with extreme dissatisfaction toward himself.
"Hesitation is the greatest obstacle on the path to ultimate power, my dear friend." A voice brimming with intellect and deceit rose beside him.
Tzeentch emerged from a mass of shifting flames, speaking in the tone of a wise and candid adviser.
"The last trace of the power of order lingering within you has tripped your steps. Only by experiencing the Abyss up close, allowing its torrent to wash away that final flaw completely, can you truly see its essence and embrace your complete self."
Tzeentch's words were deeply bewitching, precisely plucking at Vader's heartstrings.
Yet upon closer inspection, the light flickering in his eyes was no longer its usual pure blue. A faint black hue flowed and intertwined within it.
Vader remained silent.
Tzeentch's persuasion perfectly catered to the excuse he had found for himself.
He attributed his lingering