But at the same moment Lynn was probing his opponent's strengths and weaknesses.
Tzeentch's countless shifting, ever-changing eyes remained firmly fixed on his presence from beginning to end.
Within a few short minutes of His arrival, having personally torn open a rift in the Warp to descend upon this place in order to capture Lynn.
The series of unexpected events that erupted in this cramped space were enough to overwhelm even the Lord of Change, who had witnessed countless branches of fate and seen billions of possibilities.
Unexpected ripples also stirred in my heart.
First, the mortal Lynn boldly recited one of His true names, facing the blasphemous backlash from the source of the Warp. His physical body disintegrated inch by inch, but his soul did not dissipate.
Then, this human being, who should have returned to dust, did not die, but instead embraced his latent Warp Essence.
Tearing apart the shackles of mortal existence, it transforms into a conceptual light body purely constructed from Psychic Power and primordial power.
Not to mention Rena.
That unique Tyranids consciousness, forcibly severed from the collective will of the Tyranid Hive, ultimately fell into the soul net He wove.
Two extremely rare samples that are extremely rare in countless timelines, and in many branches they would never even exist.
In the same encounter, they were all delivered to Him.
Thousands of eyes blinked slowly, and the formless and intangible will, without relying on sound waves, was directly imprinted on every inch of the entire Warp interlayer, carrying a hint of playful sentiment, echoing in the void.
"In such a short period of time, so many unexpected events have unfolded."
"It seems that this personal visit has been worthwhile."
But when his gaze fell upon Lynn, who had already completed his awakening, Tzeentch's surprise was fleeting and did not last long.
As the supreme being among the Chaos Gods, who holds all knowledge, cunning, change, and destiny.
From the moment Lynn traversed the Warhammer universe, He had already observed and analyzed this Domination essence of dominion, which lay dormant deep within Lynn's soul.
Endless threads of fate unfolded and spread out in His vision.
He had even witnessed the myriad possible outcomes of this nascent power.
Some sprouts remain dormant within the bodies of mortals, until the holder's lifespan is exhausted and they return to dust.
Or perhaps they awaken prematurely amidst war and despair, their possessors seduced by Chaos, falling into the form of twisted Daemon Prince.
A few, however, slowly grew stronger amidst endless battles, gradually climbing towards the level of lesser gods.
All possibilities of rise, destruction, decline, and Annihilation are encompassed within the boundless vision of the Tzeentch.
In an instant, the slight teasing faded, replaced by a strong and pure interest in exploration.
He longed to witness firsthand this "evil god" that had emerged from the flesh and blood of mortals, almost like a newborn being.
What terrifying power could this Domination, which governs all things and rules over everything, unleash?
And just how powerful is this newly conceived concept?
There's no need for further verbal persuasion, nor for any more tentative, sporadic attacks.
Both forces are now on par with lesser Chaos deities, and the friction and confrontation between them are escalating.
The curtain has been raised on the fierce clash between the two powers.
"Expand the domain!"
Two supreme thoughts, silent yet capable of shaking and stirring the entire Warp interlayer, exploded in the void almost simultaneously.
Lynn had not undergone any learning or practice; this ability seemed innate, instinctively unleashing the domain of power unique to the Domination god.
An invisible, overwhelming pressure instantly filled the half of the space enveloped by his power.
The originally universal physical gravity has been completely rewritten here. On top of ordinary gravity, a concept attribute called "obedience" has been forcibly added.
All living beings within the domain, whether mortals, Xenos, or demons, will experience an almost irresistible primal urge arising uncontrollably from the depths of their hearts.
Every part of my body, every pore, and the depths of my soul are silently urging me on:
They wanted to kneel, to bow their heads, to kneel down and submit to the ruler of this realm.
This is only the oppression acting on the physical level.
Immediately following, an even more terrifying mental pressure poured down, penetrating flesh and skull, ignoring shields and Psychic Power protection, and striking the soul of every intelligent being.
The gaze of all living beings is drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily turning towards Lynn, the purple light figure suspended in the void.
Countless silent thoughts are directly imprinted into the core of every thought, repeating endlessly.
A single, supremely domineering command echoed within his soul: Submit.
Rivaling this realm, occupying the other half, is the domain of the Tzeentch and the ingenious, representing endless changes and boundless schemes.
Light and color twist and bend wildly and unrestrainedly here, refracting light at bizarre angles that are impossible for the material universe to exist at.
The gravity value fluctuated wildly and erratically. One second everything was weightless and floating, and the next moment the gravity increased a hundredfold, as if it wanted to crush all matter into the most basic atomic powder.
Even the space itself, which contains everything, seems to come alive, constantly expanding, contracting, writhing, and churning.
It wantonly mocks all forces that attempt to define, imprison, or control it.
Tzeentch's domain also emanates a silent will that reaches directly to the soul:
You will never understand me, let alone control me.
The core of Domination is defining order, binding all things, and ruling over all existence in the entire universe.
The essence of Tzeentch's transformative power is its ever-changing nature, refusing to be controlled or confined by any force.
Two vast domains with completely contradictory properties collided violently at the midline of the void.
At the point of impact, an extremely blinding white light erupted, bright enough to scorch the Psychic Power senses of a high-ranking demon.
In an instant, the blinding white light contracted and collapsed rapidly inward, and the powerful counterforce tore reality apart.
A massive, pitch-black, bottomless spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.
A violent and surging Psychic Power storm roared and erupted from within the rift, sweeping outwards like countless raging waves.
The foundation that originally supported Saint Garus Castle, resembling a giant floating island, bore the brunt of the aftershocks of the collision between the two secondary divine powers.
Solid rock formations, alloy walls, and towering fortresses crumbled like fragile tiles before the raging torrent of Psychic Power.
Large chunks of building debris and rock fragments were torn apart and transformed into countless isolated islands of varying sizes, drifting forlornly in the gaps and void.
The raging Psychic Power storm mercilessly swept across every corner of the battlefield.
On this battlefield, besides Lynn, Tzeentch's avatar, and Rena, who was carefully isolated and protected by Tzeentch using his own magical power but was still trapped within the Psychic Power net, there was no other presence.
The vast majority of the other living beings present were being swept away by two torrents of power at the level of lesser deities.
Together with their bodies and souls, they were pulverized and dissolved, utterly returning to nothingness.