Tzeentch naturally would not appear in his own guise.
Most of the time, those caught in the swirling mysteries never realized their opponent was a Tzeentch Daemon. They were like puppets on the Lord of Wisdom's strings.
Amid the struggle between the Dark Gods and the Necron Dynasty, this star system had approached normality, free of both the Warp's corruption and the absolute silence of the Pariah Nexus.
In such a region, the Dark Gods needed to put some effort into their schemes, but it was hardly difficult, especially with cultists down below.
The planet had already become an inferno. Before the Necrons arrived, the clash between Khorne and Nurgle had heavily corrupted the humans below. Tzeentch's main forces had also invaded, in even greater numbers than those of the other two.
The Tzeentch Cultists hid among the ruins and rubble. Only a scattering of Inquisitors and Sisters of Battle across the entire planet retained their sanity. The Tzeentch Cultists ignored them and unleashed a tide of worship.
They had long anticipated that the Khorne Cultists would charge mindlessly at them, and that the Nurgle Cultists would fly into a vengeful rage after their "kin" died, though these traits were more pronounced among the daemons.
Before the God of Knowledge, the long road of death had already been paved. With daemons as sacrifices, darkness would endure forever.
The presence beneath the shadows stirred. It would never let others see its true face. Its defining ability was potent: the larger the collective shadow of intelligent beings, the stronger it became.
Unlike the Drukhari's "allies," the Mandrakes, it could only appear in the shadows of objects containing living beings, such as a clothed child, a Leman Russ Tank, or the Light of the People.
It emerged from the Light of the People's