Hua Wei's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority. Like a cat inspecting a mouse beneath its paw, his composure contained an absolute power that made the Lord of Change's soul tremble.
Hidden behind layers upon layers of dimensional barriers, Tzeentch's mental core, formed from countless schemes and fragments of knowledge, spun at an unprecedented speed, madly calculating every possibility: resist? Hide? Negotiate? Surrender?...
Against the force outside, let alone his current weakened self, even if all four Chaos Gods had gathered at the height of their power, they would have been nothing more than a stray dog by the roadside before this massive legion personally led by the Hilling Emperor, including the Arbitration Mechanism, the Judgment Mechanism, and countless god-level Apostles.
This was absolute suppression that transcended mere numbers and reached the level of qualitative change.
"Run!!!"
That was the most instinctive shriek from the depths of Tzeentch's consciousness.
Almost the instant the thought arose, he tried to mobilize his authority over change, breaking his divine body down into streams of basic information and merging into the ceaseless chaotic currents of the Warp—his most practiced escape route.
Yet in the next moment, extreme terror froze his thoughts.
He could not move! He could not move at all!
He felt as if this hidden dimension had been "cut" out of the entire Warp and submerged within an absolutely solid, unshakable prison.
The Warp energy he usually controlled as easily as his own limbs was now utterly still. Not only could he not activate his authority, even the most basic mobilization of divine power had become unbearably sluggish.
He had become a prisoner, one with his hands and feet bound. Even struggling seemed futile.
Another supreme being...! Tzeentch's inner scream echoed soundlessly.
Beyond the dimensional barrier, several vague figures