Slap Nurgle in the Face (Please Vote)

This "gift" from their Aeldari allies was indeed weighty enough.

It concerned whether a Primarch would fall completely, and whether a Chaos God could obtain the card It had long set Its sights on.

Only now did Lox learn that the Aeldari had a goddess of life they worshipped, who was trapped within Nurgle's garden. This Aeldari goddess had secretly passed along news of Mortarion, sending it into human hands through the Laughing God.

The Aeldari were like sesame seeds—squeeze them hard enough, and you could always extract some unknown treasure.

"So if we hadn't forged a closer alliance, you wouldn't have told us this?" Lox asked in return.

"Of course not. We can observe countless futures; are we supposed to intervene in every single timeline? Interfering in this matter will inevitably anger the Father of Plagues. We can no longer afford such a price," the Veilwalker retorted as though she had heard a joke.

"So we have chosen to tell you this now and let you humans decide for yourselves what to do. The decision rests in your own hands."

The words were harsh, but they were realistic. Given the terrible relationship between humanity and the Aeldari before this, it was already generous enough that they were not kicking humanity while it was down.

If they could stop Mortarion from completely falling to Chaos, that would naturally be for the best. This traitor should be brought before the Emperor to stand trial and atone for the terrible crimes he had committed.

Humanity had always occupied an extremely passive position, able only to endure the deep malice and schemes of the Chaos Gods, yet finding it difficult to truly threaten them.

But now, they truly had a chance to slap Nurgle hard across the face and tell It that humanity