Nurgle, the Aggrieved Victim

Since the fall of the Pantheon, Isha had been imprisoned in Nurgle's Garden.

The Lord of Plagues spent every waking moment pondering how to concoct the most powerful pathogens and toxins, while Isha had to rack her brains for countermeasures.

The two had checked and entangled each other for countless years, and such a life had become unbearably tedious for Isha.

But the Pantheon had fallen, and her husband, Kurnous, had died in the catastrophe of the Fall of the Aeldari. If she ever stepped out of the Garden, the long-covetous Prince of Pleasure would never let her go again.

Whenever sorrow and misery overflowed from her heart, Isha would find a quiet corner and weep silently. The tears she shed would become spirit stones, treasures held dear by the Aeldari.

Only by storing their souls within spirit stones could the Aeldari avoid having everything taken by Slaanesh after death.

But today, after Mortarion's arrival and all that had happened, Isha was in an exceptionally good mood.

She had personally saved and transformed a primarch, and through a twist of fate, turned her into a female primarch.

What Mortarion had not noticed was that her ears seemed to have become somewhat pointed during the transformation. But she was already absorbed in the drastic changes to her body and had failed to notice such small details.

Nor had Isha told her this: generally speaking, pointed ears were a racial trait unique to the Aeldari. Besides human blood, Mortarion now carried a portion of Isha's Aeldari bloodline within her.

Isha was the mother goddess of all Aeldari, and her love for them came from both her heart and instinct.

Mortarion had not even noticed that after she drank that cup of antidote, although Isha was still bickering with her, her hands had