The great Changer of Ways, master of fate, lord of the Crystal Labyrinth, once the most powerful Chaos God, the embodiment of change itself, and god of knowledge and magic, left behind one parting threat before immediately scurrying back into the Warp.
It turned and left without looking back, as though it had made up its mind.
Go fetch reinforcements... The daemon's whisper echoed through Ahriman's mind. He stood stunned for a full second before rage at being deceived tore apart what little reason he had left.
"Fetch reinforcements my ass! If you're running, just say you're running! Don't dress it up like some righteous excuse!"
The Chief Librarian furiously swung his force staff and smashed the powerful casting focus, forged from gold and sorcerous metal, against the ceramite wall.
"F*** you, Changer of Ways! Useless trash! Worthless bastard!"
Ahriman knew that Tzeentch governed change, curiosity, lies, cunning, ambition, innovation, and hope, yet he had still overestimated that Chaos God's bottom line.
Magnus had brought the entire Thousand Sons Legion to Tzeentch. They were on the same side—on the same side!
And he even screwed over his own followers?
Having served the Changer of Ways for only a short time, Ahriman suddenly felt like a stranger. For all these years, it seemed he had never truly understood any of this.
After being brutally betrayed by Tzeentch's Greater Daemon, Ahriman continued fighting Lox and his Iron Men Legion as though his parents had died, while Endryd Haar, who had only just been hauled back from space, intended to unleash his fury once more.
In a daze, Ahriman seemed to hear a deeply mocking laugh coming from within the Warp.
"JUST AS PLANNED... ALWAYS AS PLANNED..."
Somewhere in the Sea of Souls, space suddenly exploded. A Warp storm formed from that mad