100. Sorry, I Can't Bring Myself to Bite Down

"Mortarion?!!!!"

Hades screamed, his shrill voice piercing through layer upon layer of Psychic Power curtains. Before Hades could react, Trazyn, who had been clinging to his waist, automatically let go and fell.

"I won't hold you back—good luck!"

The Infinite shouted, instantly vanishing and cloaking himself somewhere in this stretch of space.

But Hades had no time to worry about the Necron. His right pupil trembled—he had seen something absurd, something unbelievable, unimaginable, unacceptable.

Before rage, panic, and hunger could catch up to him, the first thing Hades felt was shock.

He might have been able to accept Nurgle's Garden... but this... this...

The Nightbringer-like black veil drifted forward. Before the urgent intruder lay a land of pink.

No longer was it the pitch-black vacuum. Space had been filled with thin, dreamlike clouds, within which countless naked bodies entwined. Hades saw daemons, saw mortals, saw slightly darker flesh frolicking and indulging amid pale pink bodies.

The broken hull of the Endurance lay stranded amid the clouds. Hades did not dare look too closely at the Death Guard within... perhaps he was simply too shocked.

Rage. Disbelief.

Hades's gaze fixed tightly upon the very center of the entire world.

There stood a colossal False God, far taller than the Indomitable, far grander than a planet—it was impossible to describe Its size precisely. It seemed vast and small at once.

...Countless colors flashed across shimmering scales, pearlescent and sumptuous as satin, with supple yet powerful muscles and a slender waist,

Ornaments chimed with every breath and motion. Exquisite adornments pierced through flesh, pulling tiny tumors outward.

Organs were faintly visible beneath thin gauze, every inch immense, vigorous, or soft and graceful. Purple gauze rose from rings piercing those organs, wound around Its waist, cradled Its chest in an unimaginable fashion, then vanished