"Vect..." Yvraine's will was filled with sorrow.
"He isn't dead," Liu Zhipeng's will replied calmly. "Bastards like him never truly die. He's just... gone somewhere else to carry on his never-ending 'game.'"
He gazed at the closed palace doors, formed from countless ecstatic faces. His will, fused with millions of souls, coalesced into the ultimate form of Khaine and the Primordial Fire.
A hundred-meter-tall God of War, blazing with crimson-gold flames.
"Vect cleared the last obstacle for us."
"Now it's our turn."
He drew a deep breath and gathered all the surviving power of Ember into his right fist.
"SLAANESH!!!"
A roar that crossed dimensions.
"FUCK YOU!!!"
He became a streak of golden light and slammed into the enormous palace doors!
BOOOOOM!!!!!!
Before Liu Zhipeng's fist, which united the wills of every survivor of the Ember Legion and brimmed with boundless fury and pure physics, the palace doors formed from billions of bliss-drunk souls' faces were like glass struck head-on by a battering ram.
Countless ecstatic faces instantly twisted in utter agony, screaming silently before shattering with a thunderous crash. That utterly unreasonable punch smashed straight through the indestructible doors, along with every law and curse laid upon them, revealing the indescribable scene within the palace.
Leading the remnants of the Ember Legion, Liu Zhipeng charged into this Chaos God's lair like an arrow of vengeance.
Inside the palace lay a world beyond the limits of any mortal imagination.
There were no walls or ceilings, only endless spiral stairways formed from rainbow light and flowing desire, leading to a throne at the center of the realm that radiated a lethal allure. The air no longer carried a cloying fragrance, but something more fundamental: "pheromones" that could directly warp the shape of a soul. Every breath felt like inhaling the collective