In the distance, the Greater Daemons of Slaanesh and Nurgle were locked in fierce combat. The formidable Daemonic Scourge had actually been tied down by the rotund Black Death.
Through two rifts in the Warp, the plague legions and the Emperor's Children poured into the Webway, slaughtering one another. The surviving Drukhari were trapped between them, struggling to hold on.
Just a dozen meters in front of Ovisus, Hols stood tall. The Nurgle Daemons passing him did not attack him, and some ugly Nurglings even danced around him, trying to cheer him up.
Ovisus, too, seemed to owe her continued survival and freedom from daemonic attacks to Hols's protection.
Ovisus could no longer make sense of what was happening. Laughter seemed to echo in her mind, as something blue mocked how insignificant and ignorant she was beneath the compass of fate.
While upheaval swept through the Webway, the battle between Sneaky Boss and Vashtorr in the hidden realm had been raging for an unknown length of time. Time flowed completely differently here than in the outside world.
The fighting had been so fierce that even the pure white space had become stained with other colors and suffered damage. Fortunately, whenever a large-scale spatial collapse threatened, the enormous tower at its center emitted energy to repair the damage.
Sneaky Boss was no longer bare-chested, with his muscles exposed. During the battle, he had used shattered metal and materials to build a new suit of armor.
The interwoven silver and black armor provided Sneaky Boss with extra protection, while its mounted weapons could slaughter Vashtorr's daemonic legions more efficiently.
Vashtorr unleashed another major attack. He created a twisted monster of machinery and flesh, which roared as it charged toward Sneaky Boss.
The monster was even larger than Sneaky Boss. It suddenly erupted