Warp.
Amid dim light and raging waves, the gambling table, already overturned by the violent jolting, slammed into the walls of the tiny enclosed space. The chips atop it had long since scattered everywhere. A shapeless puddle of blue sludge rolled through the room with wet slaps. Then came another violent lurch—whoosh—the rotten mass was flung away in the rapid turbulence, never to be seen again.
Only the last person remaining in the room laughed to the end.
"Warp,"
Neos emphasized again. He grinned, revealing eight perfect teeth.
"The future, the present, the past—this is the Warp. You should have realized it long ago."
This had been Neos's true plan: to create a space that was both inside and outside; to create an anchor that was both beginning and end; to create a time that was both closed and open;
Then trap Chaos—those supposedly "immortal" beings—within this dimension and spacetime that he and Tzeentch had created together.
Create a dimension capable of containing and imprisoning Chaos.
It was difficult. It required two different fates, immense force and extraordinary luck to overlap them, and the deaths of more than one being on the level of a god.
But the ancient god had shown him the way—Ouroboros. This ancient artifact had pointed Neos in the right direction. He did not need to fixate on killing gods; he could use the folding of the Warp and dimensions to imprison them to death.
Now, imagine a line, then join its two ends together—this was the cage Neos had designed for Chaos, though it was far more complicated than that. Imagine a strip of paper, twist one side, then glue its ends together—the front and back of the paper became connected, each side a different fate. Creatures running upon it would never notice that their