When he saw the message, Boss Slick's heart suddenly lurched. A premonition rose within him: he would never see Kuka again.
"Yes, you will never see him again. He will give everything for your cause. You shaped him, and you destroyed him. That is the price-the price of your ascension to godhood.
"But you need not grieve too much, because he is not the first, nor will he be the last. In time, you will slowly get used to it. Hehehehe."
A voice that sounded as though it was enjoying the spectacle rang out in Boss Slick's mind. Tzeentch again. The laughter was so ugly and grating.
Boss Slick responded as he always did, drawing on the power of the collective Waaagh! field to attack Tzeentch while erasing his own memories to prevent the intrusion.
"It is useless. However you struggle, it is useless. The outcome is already there." Tzeentch let out a sinister cackle. "The instant you gained that knowledge, you became able to communicate with me anytime, anywhere.
"This communication transcends all else. Nothing can stop it."
As the memories were erased, Tzeentch's voice grew fainter. "You truly are his avatar, just as stubborn as that muddleheaded original on the throne..."
"I... am not him..." Boss Slick replied angrily.
"Of course you are not him. His true essence is the Dark King. You are merely his human avatar. Now, you have even broken free and forged a path of your own."
"Hehe, what a pity. What a pity that you have gone too far down this path... If you had not known so much, if your power had not grown so quickly, you would still have had a chance."
"Now... you have none..." Only after those words did Tzeentch's voice disappear completely.
To keep Tzeentch from rambling any