Tzeentch Wins, Wins, Wins

There were no winners in this galaxy.

Only change endured—wonderful beyond measure.

Fine threads of fate snapped, and Cegorach's curtain fell.

The hedonist fell into restraint; the destroyer of the Eldar and the Eldar themselves were bound by a single thread. That was the joke Cegorach had told.

It was also the mercy Chaos bestowed upon its youngest... Through ingenious change, the god awakened by the Eldar Fall was imprisoned in Commorragh. In the end, only Tzeentch laughed.

Long ago, Cegorach had visited the Lord of Change, hoping he would lend his strength to complete the final piece of the puzzle. He had readily agreed. Every prophecy came true, but the Eldar souls the Laughing God had hoped would be spat out... were returned in another way.

That was prophecy and fate.

The labyrinth changed endlessly, time flowed by another method, and the Changer of Ways closed his eyes, waiting for that endless change.

Against that monster... he still had one chance.

Those three relics of the Old Ones...

Far away... unexpected guests leaped into the sea of fate.

Terra

"I feel like vomiting for the first time."

The Necron said this. Trazyn conscientiously released Hades. It was a precious sensation, and Trazyn silently recorded it.

"You could have chosen another way to travel."

Hades spoke with some urgency. The billowing black veil had not yet dispersed around him, and his face remained an empty black void as he strode toward the Imperial Palace on Terra.

Yes, after taking a few bites of the Void Dragon fragments, Hades had learned spatial-temporal Warp Jumping, though it was not particularly accurate—

For example, they had just fallen straight into a Greenskin pit.

In his rush, Hades directly opened the Null Field. The Greenskins rose, the Greenskins died, and the local Astra