There was a qualitative gulf between their levels of power. The Warp had existed since the War in Heaven, before Gork and Mork were born from the Orks' thoughts and faith.
The souls, intense emotions, and energy accumulated in the Warp had long since reached indescribable heights. If they erupted in full, tearing the entire galaxy apart into the smallest individual atoms would take no effort at all.
If not for the restrictions imposed by the Old Ones' rules, this power would have long since spread beyond the galaxy and taken root in the very heart of the universe.
The Chaos Star, which represented the Warp, currently stood at the highest level of power. No other existence could compare. Strictly speaking, even Gork and Mork were part of its power.
The Greenskins' souls and Ork Knowledge were likewise projected into the Warp.
So even with all their strength, Gork and Mork could not pull Boss Slick down. Merely maintaining this balance briefly against the Chaos Star was difficult enough.
Boss Slick treasured the time Gork and Mork had bought him, desperately racking his brains for a solution.
No predicament guarantees death! No fate is fixed. There must be uncertainty, an opening, hope. I gotta find a way!
Time slipped away, little by little. Boss Slick, who had been held in place, began to move. Even if it was only a fraction, he was moving again, drifting toward the Chaos Star.
Gork and Mork had done their best. The power of the entire Chaos Warp was simply too great.
Boss Slick thought of two possible approaches. Why was the Chaos Star pulling him in? It was simple: he had reached an extremely high rank, and he still held a great deal of power from the Warp within him.
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