To fight for control of Boss Slick's consciousness, all three gods had committed immense power, confined entirely within his Consciousness Space. If it leaked out, it would be enough to destroy a star system.
The feeble Ovisus felt not only her own insignificance here, but also overwhelming fear. If these powers had paid any attention to a tiny creature like her, her soul would have been torn to shreds at once, leaving not a trace behind.
This was a battlefield of gods. What could a weak mortal do? Most of the Aeldari gods had long since fallen, their powers and authorities stolen by the four gods of the Warp.
The only active Aeldari god was Cegorach, the Laughing God, whose domains were mockery, comedy, and revenge. He was relatively weak and cunning, so he had escaped being devoured by Slaanesh. He had his own followers, the Harlequin Troupe, and had told a joke that seemed like the ultimate jest.
Slaanesh, who had destroyed the Aeldari, would ultimately fight to save their race from extinction.
The other gods, including the mightiest war god, Khaine the Bloody-Handed, and Asuryan, Father of the Gods, had all become nourishment for the Chaos Gods.
Oh, right, one other deity still existed: Isha, the Mother Goddess who embodied the earth, nature, and fertility. But because their domains were similar, Nurgle had imprisoned her in his Garden.
The Craftworld Ovisus came from worshipped Asuryan, Father of the Gods. Prayers addressed to him were utterly useless now.
Green and red energy collided. Most of it annihilated each other, but a portion-a very, very small portion-surged toward the insignificant Ovisus.
In desperation, Ovisus used every ounce of her Psychic Power to raise a transparent dome, hoping this eggshell-like thing could protect her.
Clearly, that was far too naive... The