Beneath the gaze of the Four Gods, daemons danced through a multicolored starry sky.
Dorn's flesh had long since died. Only a few remnants of his soul clung stubbornly on.
Through the series of battles, Eleanor had learned the broad outline of what had happened. Miss Cleric gripped the artifact warhammer, the Tears of Selûne, with both hands. Again and again, she raised the artifact Selûne had granted her, lowered it, raised it, and lowered it again.
Those who gathered firewood for others must not be left to freeze to death in the snow.
Eleanor clenched her teeth. Miss Cleric found that she simply could not bring herself to strike.
Anyone could see that the stone man could not hold out much longer. As long as Aaron and Eleanor kept fighting, Dorn's fall was only a matter of time.
But Eleanor was neither Charlotte nor Aegir. She had her own principles.
"Aaron, are these the four greater deities who created you?" Miss Cleric forced a smile and murmured, "They don't seem very friendly."
"Yes, they're not friendly at all. But compared with certain oversized golden fellows, an Imperial chancellor who plots conspiracies every day, the Terra Stone Man standing here, and certain mysterious hooded lion kings, these four dear brothers are fairly easy to get along with." Aaron also managed a strained smile. He drew a deep breath and calmly addressed the Four Gods surrounding him. "But forgive me for refusing... I am not your slave, Chaos Gods. I am your brother, and I will walk my own path."
"I will not obey your command to kill Rogal Dorn, because that is not what I want right now!" Aaron dispelled Slaanesh's Thousand Illusions. He lowered the Sword of the Dark Moon and the Staff of Indifference and held his head