"Humanity."
"The feast of war I spoke of is a war about to erupt between The Empyrean and humanity."
Vashtorr began laying out his ideas before Khorne, and the Blood God listened with great interest.
"I assume the Blood God already knows that Nurgle and Slaanesh both suffered a crushing setback in Commorragh."
"Nurgle's garden was burned by the Cursed One, the Aeldari goddess Isha was taken away, and even the Heart of Plagues Nurgle had long coveted was snatched away before his very eyes."
"Slaanesh fought Nurgle, only for humanity to reap the benefits in the end. They had wasted their efforts for nothing."
Vashtorr knew well how to please the Chaos Gods.
The Chaos Gods were siblings, yet also mortal enemies who could never cease fighting one another.
And the best way to make Khorne happy was for the other three Dark Gods to suffer setbacks while he remained completely unscathed.
Do not ask why Tzeentch was counted among them when he had not appeared.
Whenever something involved the Emperor and two Chaos Gods, Tzeentch was certain to have a hand in it. That ultimate seeker of amusement would never miss such a feast.
Though Khorne showed no delight, Vashtorr noticed that Angron and Ka'Bandha, locked in battle within the Brass Arena, seemed to be fighting even more fiercely.
The Bloodthirster and the Daemon Prince battled without restraint, their massive axes tearing chunks of flesh from one another as earth-shaking roars rose and fell.
Their display reflected Khorne's inner thoughts, and Vashtorr continued speaking.
"Though Nurgle and Slaanesh's performance was laughable, their strategy was correct."
"Humanity is turning its schemes into reality. They are constantly gathering the legacy of the Old Ones and attempting to use it against The Empyrean."
Vashtorr knew Khorne's forbidden words well—schemes, cowardice, evasion—and