Across all the worlds, the light of hope spread faster and faster. Boss Slick vanished like snow beneath the morning sun, right before Tzeentch's eyes.
For the moment, Tzeentch could neither see through nor understand what was happening. Instinctively, Tzeentch sensed that the pace of events was slipping out of control. That was not a good sign.
The problem had to lie in Hops's light, so Tzeentch marshaled power to alter vast numbers of reflecting surfaces, preventing Hops's light from being reflected into those worlds.
Without that light, Boss Slick would stop disappearing and dying, surely? Whatever the enemy intended, keeping him from achieving it could only be a good thing.
That was what Tzeentch thought, but the result defied all expectations. Even without the light, Boss Slick continued vanishing one after another—and faster than before.
A dozen or so minutes later, the exponentially accelerating disappearances had swept through every reflected world, far outpacing Tzeentch's creation of new ones.
Every Boss Slick had vanished. Just as Tzeentch had determined, they were all dead... it was true godfall...
At the same time, the battlefield on Terra changed. Having advanced through victory in battle, Tzeentch would face the next opponent: the C'tan Nightbringer in its complete form.
Tzeentch did not want to take part in a battle like this, but having won the previous fight, there was no choice but to remain bound by the rules until only one victor remained.
Once the strongest of the C'tan, the grim reaper-like Nightbringer was naturally no easy opponent. For any other deity, this might have been a bitter battle.
For Tzeentch, however, it was different. Compared with the fight against Boss Slick, the Nightbringer was not remotely in the same league.
With only a little thought, Tzeentch came up with nine methods-nine ways to