The Godslaying End Never to Be Reached!

Before cruel reality, the arrogant newborn burst into tears.

The half-born Death's pupils reflected a sight that terrified him to his marrow.

He still did not understand what had happened. His maw, clamped around flesh, swallowed instinctively, while his spine recoiled on instinct.

Within those bright yellow eyes, their membrane not yet shed,

he saw a pitch-black figure standing tall in the void. Brilliant white arcs danced from its lowered palm, while identical lightning dragons, hundreds of times thicker, coiled around the Blackstar behind the Underking.

There was not the slightest mercy in his black eyes.

The star piled high with Blackstone resembled a pure, weightless body of energy, hovering quietly and silently seven meters above the ground within Commorragh.

The raging tides of the Warp were instantly smoothed flat. True might needed no proclamation; he merely stood there, and you knew his power.

The still-staggering Eldar husks fell straight down. At the breach in the Webway's sky, Warp tides roared, while the Blackstar vibrated at extreme frequency, smoothing the pouring Warp torrent in an instant.

Vast, absolute darkness shrouded Commorragh.

The Underking landed. The Blackstar slowed his steps. One step, then another.

The Black Scythe appeared in his hand and dragged along the ground, carving a deep trench through it.

+No—no!!!+

Death, entangled with Slaanesh, shrieked. He could not understand why he had barely awakened only to face such a horrifying thing—his resurrection should have been celebrated with the fall of a god, but not his own destruction!!!

The aggregation of concepts began to struggle. Slaanesh and Death, who had just been tearing at one another, perhaps formed a brief alliance at this moment. Powerful muscles burst across their serpent tail, and the twins released a shriek capable of tearing open the heavens!

Blood-soaked authority gushed from their