Wherever this force passed, the fundamental parameters of the material universe were recalibrated. Physical constants became more stable, and the structure of space-time grew increasingly resilient.
The veil of reality, continuously eroded by the Warp and riddled with holes, began to thicken and heal at a visible rate.
These invisible changes might have been difficult to detect with the naked eye, but across the vast star regions covered by the Eye of Terror, the visible transformations were even more numerous.
On a daemon world shrouded in toxic plagues, the foul, dense mist that had eternally hung in the air, capable of melting metal, began to disperse. Even the corrupted star in the sky, which radiated an ominous green light, gradually returned to its normal yellow hue.
The Nurgle daemons and Chaos cultists breeding across the land discovered in terror that the source of the plagues they depended on was rapidly drying up. Their bloated bodies, filled with Grandfather's blessings, began to grow heavy and sluggish.
As psychic power receded, those severely decayed bodies naturally could no longer sustain life. Countless shrill wails and screams rose one after another as they died miserably in extreme pain and terror.
Even the polluted planet itself seemed to be groaning in agony. The landscapes and physical laws that had been forcibly twisted were being violently corrected by an irresistible force.
On another daemon world ruled by the followers of the Blood God, Khorne Berserkers enjoying the thrill of slaughter in the arenas suddenly felt an inexplicable weakness.
Their rage remained, but the endless energy from the Warp that sustained that rage was draining away.
They soon discovered in horror that cutting down their enemies was no longer as effortless as before. Even the clash of weapons sounded far more dull, as though the rules