"No, just as I said before, I only wanted to tell a joke." With that, Cegorach's mask vanished completely, and that god ceased to exist in the Galaxy.
An editor at Games Workshop wrote a sentence: Cegorach had told an ultimate joke at the cost of all his divine power, successfully making Tzeentch laugh.
For now, no one knew what the joke was, but its power was unparalleled.
The Games Workshop editor happily pressed Enter. He thought this piece of lore was brilliant. It could lay the groundwork for later developments, something to pull out whenever a storyline fell apart.
Inside the Crystal Palace, Tzeentch sat at its center. Countless mirrors reflected countless avatars of him, each one deep in thought.
Through the cloaked old man, Tzeentch sensed that Cegorach had truly vanished, because the power of his corresponding divine authority was slowly flowing into Tzeentch's body, making him stronger.
"Why would he do this? Had he really gone mad?" Now Tzeentch was rather puzzled.
"It seems probing is still quite dangerous. I had better avoid investigating higher-dimensional beings too much for now..." Tzeentch had already invented new magic and was researching ways to pierce the dimensional barrier and observe what lay beyond.
Cegorach's death had made him cautious, and he decided not to act for the time being. He could wait until he had completed the Chaos Star and utterly broken the Old Ones' restrictions before probing further.
With that thought, Tzeentch put the matter aside and turned his attention back to controlling his avatar.
The old man turned around again to face the enormous Boss Slick. His withered hand shot out, reaching straight for Boss Slick's forehead.
There sat a crystal-clear stone, called the Tears of the Old Ones by the Aeldari, which protected its wearer's soul.
"Wake