Tzeentch's words dripped with contempt for Slaanesh. A Chief God who could not even survive with his help-this pawn was far too weak.
"But more than that death, I wanted to see your failure. You would fall from the stairway to the heavens, going from someone who defied fate to a slave to it. By then, however much power you possessed would no longer matter.
The script would have nothing to do with you anymore. There would be no part for you in the splendid performance onstage. You could only be an expendable spectator... or helplessly aid me in achieving my goal..."
At that, Tzeentch sighed again, seemingly resigned. "All right, you exceeded my expectations again. You won. With the power of a lesser god, you defeated one of the Chief Gods and engraved the concept that even gods could die deep into the laws of the universe."
"You are a hero. You created a miracle. Even I cannot help applauding you."
Tzeentch raised both hands and actually began to clap. Crisp applause surrounded Boss Slick, but Boss Slick remained motionless, struggling to hold on. He had reached the moment of decision-a choice had to be made.
"Did you think a war of gods would end once you defeated your powerful enemies one by one? Of course not! Hahahaha, of course not! Every punch you landed on Vashtorr or Slaanesh picked up some of their power. The same went for your use of Ynnead's divine authority. You even beat Slaanesh to death!"
"Did you think you could accomplish something so extraordinary without being affected at all?"
Several threads bound Boss Slick. A red thread represented Khorne-the blessing bestowed in the bargain for a portion of Boss Slick's soul.
A metallic thread represented Forgefiend Vashtorr. This thread was the thickest, but