In Cornwall's luxurious room, Cornwall reluctantly rose from beneath the silk covers where he had been sleeping. He began contacting his subordinates through his own channels and making the necessary arrangements.
Chaos would predictably sweep through the entire Nachmund Gauntlet, leaving plenty of power vacuums in its wake.
Territory marked out on a map meant nothing. Only what one actually held was real.
In his original plan, Cornwall had only intended to use Pex and his companions. Once their actions drew the Imperium's attention, he would find a way to bring the forces of Chaos into the Nachmund Gauntlet.
The Nachmund Gauntlet had a unique geography. The vast quantities of blackstone buried there were the key to suppressing the Warp, preventing even the Great Rift from piercing it. This made it difficult for the forces of Chaos to penetrate deep into the region.
Only through vast sacrifices and countless souls, followed by the deployment of Chaos Portals and Chaos Spires, could the forces of Chaos be brought in...
Cornwall thought of his master. The God of Wisdom's power should not take the stage immediately. A wise man should neither lead the charge nor stand beneath a tower about to collapse.
He rested a hand on his chin, thinking hard about how to maximize his gains now that his plan had been disrupted.
Suddenly, he remembered the task the one-eyed Crimson King had previously assigned him: help the Cult of Pleasure's forces assemble in Imperium Nihilus.
The Crimson King's words had been intriguing. Though the Cult of Pleasure seemed to be an ally, they were ultimately nothing more than tools.
If they perished together with the enemies his master wished to strike down, that too would be an outcome his master wanted.
Now Cornwall had his inspiration. He knew what he