A green rift stretched across the Warp, like a vast wound torn through the fabric of reality.
Emerald flames roiled along its edges, giving off a suffocating stench of decay and staining the surrounding twisted colors and Chaos energies with a sickly glow.
Guided by Nurgle's power, an enormous planet slowly squeezed through the rift.
It was Nocturne.
By now, Nocturne had long since changed beyond recognition.
The once dark-red planet was now covered in a thick layer of green: Fungi and moss grown across its surface by Nurgle's corrupting power.
Green Toxic Miasma churned in the planet's atmosphere. Its oceans had become pools of thick, bubbling venom, and its land was covered in countless twisted, mutated plants.
The entire planet radiated a sickly, putrid glow, like an enormous rotting eyeball in the dark void.
What had once been mountains had become writhing Tentacles; what had once been canyons had become breathing pores; what had once been volcanoes had become chambers spewing spores.
The entire planet seemed to have become a vast, sleeping creature. Its pulse beat deep within the planet, its breathing rose and fell across the surface, and its consciousness echoed through the Warp.
"My dear Nocturne." Vulkan gazed at Nocturne, which had long since become a Daemon Planet.
He slowly raised his hand as though caressing the distant planet, his fingers brushing through the air as if touching some invisible presence.
Nocturne responded obediently.
The tentacle-like mountains on its surface swayed gently, like a pet wagging its tail.
The Toxic Miasma in its atmosphere churned, gathering into an enormous, indistinct face. The face opened its mouth and exhaled a cloud of green gas, like a pet sticking out its tongue at the sight of its master.
Corax stood behind Vulkan, watching the scene with his brow tightly