If they lost every source of faith, they would not immediately dissipate within this dimension, but their fall from godhood was a certainty. They would plunge from the very top of the Warp's food chain straight into the mire.
When that happened...
Gork and Mork cast a frightened glance at the Three Gods of Chaos beside them, whose fascinated gazes were growing increasingly dangerous.
When that happened, these two once-unrivaled "strongest wrestlers" would become helpless "green roast chickens" on Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch's dinner table! They would be devoured completely!
They no longer cared about the Three Gods of Chaos or this wrestling match that had lasted countless centuries. For gods, having the roots of their faith severed was the equivalent of having their ancestral graves dug up right before their eyes!
"WAAAGH!! Thieves! Some shameless, goddamned thieves who belong in hell are stealing our boyz!!"
The two green gods unleashed a savage, anguished roar. Its immense sound waves instantly whipped up a psychic tsunami that swept through countless dimensions of the Warp.
In their extreme fury, the vast bodies of Gork and Mork erupted with destructive divine power. They spun around and thrust out enormous green arms as thick as galactic spiral arms, clamping down on the invisible dimensional boundary between the Warp and the material universe!
Then, with terrifying brute strength that defied all reason and scorned every law of space, they violently tore it apart!
RIIIIP-!!!
A horrifying sound rang out, setting teeth on edge down to the depths of the soul, as though the fabric of the entire universe were being ripped apart.
The two rampaging Ork gods physically tore open a vast, wildly unstable rift, its edges coursing with violent lightning and Warp storms!
The other end of the rift opened directly onto the star