A Lord of Change had been summoned into realspace. This should have been extraordinarily difficult; reality itself fiercely rejected these aberrations that warped its laws. But Horus's power had already blurred the veil surrounding this star system.
The tides of the Warp could now even cross the veil's interference, allowing Ahriman to summon it far more easily.
The winged daemon, nineteen meters tall and bearing the elongated head of a bird, transformed its surroundings into part of Tzeentch's domain the moment it appeared.
Layers of crystal-like matter began spreading across the ceramite deck. Plants bearing fantastical, flickering flowers rooted themselves atop those crystals, swaying constantly and luring others closer.
Small Pink Horrors and Flamers of Tzeentch emerged, unleashing devastating sorcerous flames and psychic blasts.
Psychic power beyond mortal imagination brewed within the warship. It seemed that, should this Greater Daemon wish it, even destroying a star would not be difficult.
Ahriman, his armor covered in scars and his whole figure looking rather bedraggled, floated behind the Lord of Change. He had made a pact with this Greater Daemon, summoning it into realspace to fight for him.
The fires of Tzeentch spread across the crystals. Silver patterns rose from the flames as some swarm composed of creatures of every color surged forth.
Seeing this, Ahriman's heart settled. With a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch supporting him, this war hound blessed by the Blood God was nothing more than a minor problem.
Though every Greater Daemon of Chaos possessed different levels of combat power, what Ahriman had summoned was no cheap imitation. It was genuine Greater Daemon-level reinforcement.
Even among Tzeentch's Greater Daemons, it counted as a powerful one, not one of those damned knockoffs.
The Lord of Change's body in the material realm was as colossal as a tower, and every movement