"I am merciful. I did not blame Rogal Dorn, even though he killed many of my beloved, faithful followers."
"At the time, Rogal Dorn, who had already become a being of the Warp, had begun to lose the ability to distinguish friend from foe. He had absorbed too much Warp energy at once, and even his consciousness had become unstable.
To avoid losing control and committing the grave mistake of killing his own sons, he considered suicide. Out of respect for a warrior, I placed him here as a trial for warriors."
At this point, Khorne's gaze fell on Cheng Mingrui, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"For others, the trial is to survive against Rogal Dorn for a time. But you are different. You seek to forge a divine throne and ascend to godhood. Thus, I require you to defeat Rogal Dorn."
"You may kill him, and he may kill you. I will impose no restrictions on your methods or your time..."
With that, Khorne rose into the air and ascended high above, leaving only Cheng Mingrui, whose body had already been reconstructed.
"Still, I advise you to defeat Rogal Dorn quickly. Your followers will soon need your help. The Great Rift is the Warp itself, and the dangers within it are beyond counting. My daemon armies will no longer provide comprehensive assistance."
"Complete your second trial soon, and go help your followers. They are your humanity, and one of the prime movers that drive you to fight, are they not?"
After that, Khorne's voice vanished entirely. He had not truly left; he had merely found a good vantage point from which to enjoy the battle.
Rogal Dorn, transformed into a giant turtle, roared. His eyes brimmed with boundless killing intent as he looked at Cheng Mingrui.
After so long