"Alert! High-energy warp activity! Detected... damn it, what kind of readings are these?!" Imotekh's artisan screamed as the instrument in his hands exploded.
Aethenia's once-azure sky suddenly turned into a canvas splashed with purple antiseptic, instantly staining a dizzying pinkish purple.
The clouds twisted into all manner of obscene shapes.
A thick sweetness filled the air, mingling musk, blood, and rotting flowers.
"It's... it's the Great Enemy!!"
Every Aeldari Farseer's face instantly went deathly pale. This fear was etched into their genes. Slaanesh was their race's original sin, their eternal nightmare.
BOOOOM!!
The sky split open.
An enormous warp rift, like a gaping wound, was forcibly torn open. Countless streams of pink and purple light poured from it, cascading like a waterfall against the shields surrounding the venue.
"For the perfect prince! For endless pleasure!!"
Amid piercing noise and shrieks, countless Space Marines in pink-and-purple Power Armour, festooned with human skin and loudspeakers, descended from the sky like locusts.
They were the Emperor's Children.
And at the heart of these fallen angels, an immense figure with a serpentine body, four arms, and dazzling wings of light spread behind him slowly descended.
His face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so evil it turned the stomach. Every inch of his skin radiated allure and terror.
The Daemon Primarch, Fulgrim.
"Ah, my little brothers, and... that golden 'counterfeit.'"
Amplified by psychic power, Fulgrim's voice echoed across the entire planet. Every Aeldari who heard it felt as though a slick hand had stroked their soul, leaving them fighting the urge to vomit.
"I hear you're having a party here. Why didn't you invite me?"
Fulgrim brandished the four Daemon Swords in his hands, a sickly smile on his face.
"To express my apologies... I've prepared a feast for you."
He pointed at the rift in