Excused me?

"I'm deeply sorry, can you repeat that please?" Lifting my brow on why he asked such a ridiculous question since I'm the CEO of a prestigious company here in Japan. Sadly, the enigmatic stranger remained vague without telling me of whom he was or what he was.

"I meant what are you, where did you come from? How did you create such technology?" My suspicion grew every second on what he was getting at, although, I picked up a habit on studying of what my previous lives have to offer and getting creative on my situation. But sadly, the people here don't have the knowledge to build the technology or complexity to require. Only to improve the original design they have. But now I have a personal army of clones to oversee my workers, psychically granting them the knowledge and-

"Transfer your knowledge to your coworkers in order for mass production to work and outsourcing your resource to increase productivity." Quickly beaming my eyes at him, did he read my thoughts?

"How did you know?" Slowly raising my rifle at the edge of my desk, I wanted answers now and how he knew what I was thinking. Patiently waiting for his response and feeling the cold breezing air of my office in silence, he measly gave an unspecified answer.

"I have my ways." Displeased he didn't give an adequate answer to calm my mind nor giving me the details of his identity to ease my nerves. I instead ask why he wore that ridiculous cloak of his that was beaten by dirt, sullied by the outside air and snitched together by its fragile age, a simple small talk.

"If may I ask, why you wear that cloak?" Taken a bit surprise from my comment like something had thrown him off, he seemed keenly aware that I somehow knew I can see it…unless he thinks of me as some idiotic fool or being blind.

"Oh, it's a treasured heirloom of mine. It's quite comfy." Gave him a strange look, what purpose of him wearing a ragged, dirty cloak for no explainable reason and magically convinced security to let him in of his homeless appearance? Second of all, why was he surprised when I mentioned his cloak?

"Even though you dressed like a homeless bum that security somehow let you in?" Saw a hint of peevishness creeping in his lip when I made that comment, he calmly changed the topic.

"Let's talk something else…like talking about of what exactly are you." Few seconds of silence, an air of awkwardness developed in my room on what I just heard. To break the ice, I asked him again and doing my best to maintaining my anger as I knew he was hiding something from me.

"So tell me, would you explain yourself of why you are here or you just going to stand there? I would tell you who I am. But I want to know what your purpose of being here." I tried to break into his mind but I soon encountered the many souls that swimming inside of him. Thousands of thoughts pouring into one mind and debating on what they should do next. Making it hard to extract what he was going to say next.

Worriedly looking as if he was going to say something offensive to me, taking a deep breath, he gave me a warning.

"If I'm going to say it. Please do not attack me of what I'm about to tell you." Heeding his call on what I'm about to hear, I readied my rifle as my suspicious was getting warmer.

"I'm listening."

"Who is this god you keep loathing." Widening my eyes, I lifted my rifle and quickly aimed at the stranger. Before I could pull the trigger, a gust of wind blow through my hair and my head banged onto the glass panel behind me. Felt the hard, reinforced glass pressing against my skull while my eyes widen in shock when I felt something tight wrapping around my neck.

"I told you not to attack me."

Feeling my windpipe getting crushed and couldn't breathe by his sheer strength, I felt his grip tightening that he could pop my esophagus in any second. Before I could do anything, he said something that wasn't acceptable to my ears.

"Now can you tell me who this deity you keep mentioning and worship?" Angrily glared at him from what he just said, it solidified my fears that he was the stalker that was spying on me throughout the centuries. Claiming that I worshipped the thing was beyond anger I felt.

"You got some nerve to barge in here, attack me and invaded my privacy. Now you suspect me to answer you?" Weakly grasping onto his wrist tightly, my fingers danced with electricity as my palm channeling an overload of psychic energy. "I don't think so."

Letting go, a burst of psionic energy rupture through his arm, in one second, his arm exploded in a pile of flesh with bones flying, blood splattering and muscle tissues on the floor. He screamed in surprised pain as he dropped me since his hand became nonexistent.

"So tell me. How did you know?"

"Your mind was wide opened during your tirades against some deity during the twentieth century. Who is he and what was up with your memories?" I was about to angrily sneer at him, but he wasn't wrong about my memories.

My memories continued to contradict themselves and it never ends. I saw myself with standard safety aviation gear without a heavy pack strapped to my chest. We didn't wear our heavy coat suits up in the air and I saw the Francois Republic mages wore plated armor like they were medieval knights in World War One. I also believe that memory made me fond for dogs and remembered torturing my soldiers on counter-interrogation while they're stripped naked...which almost became borderline S&M.

But at least I saved this version Visha from an avalanche, so that was morally correct of me.

There was a memory that my co-worker, a young designer in her prime who reincarnated with me of my first reincarnation as an ADHD child-and oh boy-she was a massive pushover. Not being assertive on the situation and submissively does what I say. At least "Alberich" was a capable soldier and someone to sympathize with, an odd irony to itself.

In another memory, I remembered having burned scars, losing an eye and a limb. Running a more rational NASADP and creating my own little version of the E.U while countries around me continued to crumble from the depression or lack of foresight. Crippled the American and English military by fueling civil unrest, wasted all their valuable resources against domestic or external terrorism than gearing up against me. The potential leaders back in my world that seek "peace" were murdered. Overall, what a great memory I saw and I was joyfully pleased when I indirectly murdered a young Hitler on the battlefield to prevent a possible political opponent in the future. Shame he couldn't be a famous painter.

So many memories and I know a possible reason for it, but I wouldn't give him the gratification of telling my secret, an experience I had from another memory when I somehow magically survived both World Wars while dealing with the press that kept bugging me of who this "Eleventh" was.

"I will, but tell me why you are here with your reasons or leave now." Watching his arm re-growing back that previously blasted off. He hissed in pain but kept his cool.

"Alright fine, I'll tell you. When you first arrived in this world back in the nineteenth century, I felt a massive disturbance in the realm of souls, never in my immortal felt such a thing like it's overpowering me. I searched on what was it, but I inevitably found you. So tell me, who are you exactly and what was that thing?" He finally admitted he was stalking me, that was good enough to hear and confirming my justification to kill him now.

"Call me Eleventh and I don't have business with you anymore." Charging up my fingers again, I snapped my fingers as a burst of refine psionic energy consumed him.

"Wait, you promised that-!" Soon, a white ball of light blasted within this room and I feel the energy could rip anyone who was close to it. Concentrating the blast that wouldn't destroy my office completely, it soon faded with black ashes and soot everywhere that covered the room. Looking around, the stranger was nowhere in sight.

I got a hutch he escaped from me since I couldn't detect his souls within my realm and I felt his presence somewhere in Japan. But thankfully he was gone…for now at least.

Checking my office, there was soot on the floor, flesh everywhere and a crack on my expensive glass panel behind me. Groaning in pain, I raised my hands and ready to clean up the mess before anyone could witness what happened here.

Cracks from the floor and walls were restructured which the shattered material became anew again. The flesh and bones were immediately disintegrated into atoms where no trace of DNA could be found or sampled. The ashes and powder from the blast dispersed immediately where no one could find them. Lowering my hands, my office was brand new and no trace of evidence could be found that an attack happened here. Coincidentally after cleaning up here, my desk beeped as my personal secretary wanted to talk. Checking one more time to see anything was off, it safe to say I'm good to go and nothing to raise red flags here.

Tapping on my table and typing my password on the screen. My secretary appeared on the hologram and looked really surprised like something horrible happened. So time to calm her down and everything was just a false alarm.

"Ms. Hikaru, what happened? I heard an explosion coming above the office."

"Nothing to worry about Katsu, it was just a project that I look into…and it didn't work out. Tell me, did you let anyone here recently?"

"No, ma'am. I didn't let anyone in at all." Looked like I was right that her mind was probably probed by him and not knowing that something was off above us, go figure.

"Proceed with your work Ms. Katsu. Nothing to see here." Cutting connections as I logged her off, I tiredly went back to my chair that survived the ordeal. I need to figure out who the stranger was and readjusting my plans.

Resting on my chair, I closed my eyes and leaving my clone on doing her objective. Opening our eyes, I see myself floating in her spectral-form with her long blonde hair reaching to her legs while "Hikaru" gently nodded to me that she will proceed with her job.

In a blink of an eye, my soul dive into the realm of the immaterium in all its twisted, corrupted glory. The space above and below me was an ever-changing state of broken minds and shredded psyche that will eat a human soul alive. Where I see eldritch horrors eating away the mind and human flesh that morphed into distorted creatures that will break the minds of a sane human. Flesh drilling into your eyes and shrieks of ghastly horrors that to take over you. Trying to take you away and became part of their collection of macabre beings.

Floating above the formless wasteland of sand in this seizure hell where danger always looming over me in every corner, I landed at the center of this infinite realm which wasn't contested by the other domains as this place was purely undivided, a floating empty wasteland where nothing could grow here. A perfect place for me to set up shop during the 2200s and established this empty plain as my own. The creatures from the other domains try to overrun my realm but they couldn't take any step further as they'll be consumed to dust and gradually increasing my boundary line's size.

The "gods" of this place are keenly aware of my existence, but they've gotten extremely cautious. The last time they sent out their ever-changing horrors, the bloodthirsty critters and plague-carrying monstrosities on breaking through my never-ending defenses, in futility, they were all but incinerated. Realized they aren't doing anything but to feed my boundary, they left me alone for now and remained vigilant of my presence.

Looking up, I could see all the threads of mankind's thoughts and emotions coursing through here for me to subtly alter. Mostly to make my associates more cooperative without realizing their perception was gradually changing or gifting them with the knowledge to create something that would benefit me or mankind. But unfortunately, I'm not exactly omniscient as I don't have the time to untangle the incoherent minds from the trillions of people doing their mundane routines.

A reason why I have these clones.

Raising a palm towards the sandy ground, the dirt began to form and reshaping to give a humanoid appearance. Steadily yet slowly, the flesh and skin begin to form on the statue as an identical copy of myself stood obediently. Molding it like Adam and Eve.

Saluted to me, I snapped my fingers to gather the refined energy I made here to alter her appearance without any defections unlike the pure chaotic energy outside my circle that would immediately mutate someone in an abhorrent scale. Her skin pigment turning dark and feature to become more masculine, soon, my clone looked like another person entirely.

Waved my hand at him, he dispersed to dust as he will reincarnate to the material realm.

Controlling my clones was pretty simple; all of them are tiny pieces of my soul and fragments of my psyche as they're collectively connected to me. To make more of them and replenish myself, I consumed this realm's essence and converted the chaotic energy for me to control.

They are all psychically bound to me as all my thoughts intertwined. They were 350,000 of me present during the entire nineteenth-century, watching over Germany domestically on improving their society and internationally on not instigating something they would regret. Soon the number jumped up to three million during the 21st century to accelerate humanity's progress towards the stars.

But I do notice a minor side-effect; a small hiccup when I produce more of my clones, my memories of my past will start to fragment and starting to contradict of who I was, probably a reason why these random memories keep popping out of nowhere whenever I created more of my selves. But not too drastic that would make me forget who I was.

I feel like I'm always breaking apart yet at the same time putting myself back together. Those memories keep appearing in my thoughts as they felt like they were mine but yet they weren't. For that, I don't know exactly of who Visha was with her identity and appearance in the unending sea of conflicting memories.

Well, everything has a price, to suffer inconsistency with some of my memories twisted to ensure my own safety and to tame the chaos here. Distorting of who was my battalion to the endless sea of fragmentations on ensuring my strength. I'm not sure if those memories were true or not.

With so many foreign memories that felt weren't mine, there was bountiful knowledge for me to reap and exploit, for I saw many scenarios that proved useful for me in the far future. Grinning, this was very beneficial for me on learning the Empire's concept of magic.

Again, my clones couldn't die by mere old age. So to avoid suspicion from my colleagues, I set an expiration date on my many selves to perish and recycled their essence to be reincarnated back in the material realm. All my clones agreed that I am them as they obediently follow my every order and they ordered me to follow their orders…quite a conundrum.

For that, I truly never die as I'll reborn here over and over again with the same identical bodies. Billions of me scattered across the galaxy to be a watchful eye on mankind's actions…unless "God" or other gods that are in league with Being X decided to pull the plug.

They are my eyes and ears on gathering information on what mankind was doing, to check on the political landscape or economic state of the Federation. Everything was okay for now, but the far upcoming psychic storm wouldn't be pleasant.

Looking through the psychic landscape, I saw a purplish hue slowly creeping here. Whatever this creature was, I needed to weaken it before the creature born into this realm. I could hear the scream of pleasure, moans of pain coursing through my ear as a frenzy of debauchery beating through the realm like a drum. The never-ending desires whispering to the many mortals with abhorrent mutations.

Time here was extremely confusing at first since the realm doesn't obey the laws of the physical realm, but adjusting my presence and gradually changing the very nature here. I could see many blurry outcomes of the future. All of them are vague glimpses of events in which I didn't exist in this universe as they all lead to a bleak, grim future. But when I see myself getting involved, I see something quite glorious…or a horrible nightmare.

Seeing all those events unfold, all of them revolved around a golden armored man that lead to his great downfall, I recognized his face now as he was the man who stalked me.

Whatever he did, he created a carcass of a pitiful empire that embodies all the flaws and terrible aspects of human civilization from his rancid ideas. I shouldn't trust these possible futures at face value since they didn't happen yet. But I do know I couldn't trust that stranger who might cause trouble on my personal long-term goals. I could trust him and make him a possible ally, but there was something I don't really like which needed to be addressed. What were his motives, were his goals compatible with mine and how he approached the situation? Maybe next time, we could work out something. From my many lives, I'm very cautious about alliance and betrayal which was a perfect opportunity for Being X to screw with me. I hated the thing that haunted me for cycles but I'm not that stupid to piss it off or being careless which I might fall into its trap.

Better safe than sorry.

Snapping my fingers, a mansion emerged out from the ground where all my projects are stored and worthy souls I collected to be kept until they move to the afterlife. Looking at my home, a forest of barbed wires wriggle and covered my large estate. To ensnare and consume any intruders who dare trespass my realm without mercy. Gazing at the roof, spikes elegantly prod out on the surface in perfect symmetry to blend in since this place has a weird fetish for spikes. To be fairly simple, my house was colored in black, gray and white palettes.

Stepping inside the doors and bypassing through fields of barbed wires as the forest untangle itself when the spikey, metal tendrils detected my presence. I set up a secondary defense here if the daemons somehow survive the evaporation process. I look through the many endless pathways of halls that lead through my many projects and souls that I stored here. The halls were in good balanced and reasonable enough to sort through.

Walking through my mansion that I design wholesomely and without compromise to its structure. It was a place where I used to experiment on altering the realm as a whole and working on my personal projects that would prove very useful to me if it succeeds. Thinking about my mansion, I heard a familiar sound of barking echoed across the infinite black and white halls, a Siberian husky running up to me who was guarding the souls here that were going through purgatory.

"Freddy, good to see you again boy." When he jumped up to my neck and start licking me jovially, I playfully rubbed his neck as he happily barked.

A faithful guardian of mine when I decided to bring my dead canine companions here to watch over my estate and tear through any trespassers who breached into my home. I altered Freddy's soul to be a monstrous creature if there was any danger nearby and including all the dogs that I brought here. For that, I saw a single daemon who somehow survived through my defenses was inevitably got mauled to death by my loyal canine horde which I mutated their souls to fight efficiently. Grown so large and their teeth enhance to rip their souls out. I watched it squirm in terror when its body was torn in half and its essence spilled apart.

What good dogs I have.

"Good boy! Now run along and guard the souls with your brother Gary for me." Watched him running back to his post to join with his canine horde, I headed to one of the doors that lead to one of my most vital experiments.

Opening the door, a vast workshop with orbs scattered across the room as I worked diligently to make my first prototype to work functionally. In the many memories that kept pouring into my mind, there was one notable memory floating in my mind of extensively studying Schugel's engineering process as I was a temporal assistance under him before being sent out to the frontlines and learning the methods on creating a computation orb. So I reversed engineer on what Schugel knew and making a replica of my computation jewel back in the Empire…with some technological leaps. If I managed and successfully create a psychic orb, a lot of my plans will show fruition especially on dealing with the Men of Iron and the storm.

If everything fails to stop the birth of the "thing" in this shattered realm including psychic storms which would rip through the Federation's territories, I have an idea and it was extremely tedious to pull off. The Gellar Field wouldn't last long as the realm would be beyond chaotic to shield them from the terrors. With the orbs present, it would negate that problem and accelerating my most important project.

Project: Bifrost.

[The Observer]

Transported myself to a nearby dark alleyway in the streets of Tokyo, I gripped my arm tightly as I'm still in pain and she was definitely tougher than what she actually looks. I feel the dampness in the air and the noise of vehicles flying above me with people roaming in the streets normally.

Well, that went pretty badly and she was highly suspicious of me when I probed her secretary. I would disguise myself as one of her executives she trusted the most and asked her personally. But when she detected my psychic presence along seeing through my disguise so easily, she went on high alert and all formalities have been dropped between us. I thought she would be more understanding, but I was wrong as she got extremely infuriated when she realized I was spying on her.

Also, I believe I overestimated my strength when I grabbed her neck…which didn't give a good impression of me.

Before she could detect my presence throughout the years when I found her in the midst of the nineteenth-century, I feel her soul…or souls to be more accurate, combined in one endless, collective soul like mine when I discovered an odd disturbance in the Warp. Unlike mine, her many souls were not from the Warp nor here but instead mysteriously manifested out of thin air as if they came from a different universe. Entrapping all of them in one, single body like a prison cell.

Whoever this Being X she described, the girl wasn't something to be trifled with. Her sheer presence drastically altered the Warp itself with absolute ease as she parasitically consuming the realm's energy without trouble. I hear the three prominent Chaos entities were getting a little unnerved by her steady psychic growth as she was gradually chipping away on their contested areas.

She was insignificant at first glance. But each power grabbed she made throughout the centuries, Chaos finally realized she was a long-term threat to them if they left her unchecked.

Smirking, she was very beautiful if I'm being honest to myself and very powerful, although, she needed to lose that permanent scowl of hers. If I play my cards right, she could potentially be an ally…but I need to very cautious about it. Throughout the many centuries, I felt her psychic presence steadily rising that would rival to me and looking into her future was all but blurry. That was an example of my poor introduction and overly underestimating her when she blew off my arm. I shivered in fear when I saw her once blue eyes turned into golden yellow, staring at me maliciously. I desperately try to find out on who she was but they were all in vain.

I wonder what made her so dreadful that my own nerves were so frightened of her presence and I ponder of who this "God" exactly was as the creatures of the Warp dubbed it the Alluminas. Her mental barriers were strong which her mind was hard to penetrate through. But her barriers waxes and wanes at times which I could enter, however, I only got vague information of her past and probing any further would attract her attention to me.

When I was in Eleventh's barricaded mind, I saw a young brown or a blonde-haired girl standing near me, smiling as if she knew me, a girl who was named Viktoriya. Strangely, I felt this odd feeling of sadness radiating out from her whenever I looked at her.

Shrugging it off, the brown or blonde-haired girl was irrelevant to me. Looking back at the future, I could see she created something very powerful. But what was it? It was blurry, but she did something that would change humanity's course in the far future…and it was terrifying.

Seeing there was no answer from her. I proceed back to my plans and adding backup ones if Eleventh decided to interfere with humanity's progress. I need to think of a way to unite humanity of a possible extinction and convincing Eleventh to be my ally. Addition, I need to clean humanity's superstition on religion, dealing with Chaos and putting up a possible set of rules to lead the betterment of humanity's psyche. To bring rationality, logic, and science. No gods will break the human will and mankind will be free from Chaos's corruption.

Hope she knows what she was doing because I'm not so thrilled of what she was planning for mankind. Maybe if she has a chance, we could be close allies.

[25K]

At the border from one of the many Eldar colonies, uncontrollable vice run rampant in their society as decadence steadily corroding their psyche. Pleasure vibrated through the planet and gleeful pain surging through them like a needle from their torture devices to reach the highest peak of ecstasy. I could see them breaking through their skulls, molesting to their own eyes and goring themselves like it was Hellraiser for them. Blood, sexual fluids and waste pour through the streets like it was Cenobite's paradise. Spikes poking them and injecting them with a substance that could break one's mind. Growing extra pair of limbs and vomiting on the floor in disgusting glee.

Unspeakable hedonism which they torture weaker species as blood flow on the ground and gleeful addiction as they consume substances that corrode the mind.

But that wouldn't last for long for these pointy-eared bastards…

Raising my firearm above me while floating above the planet's atmosphere undetected and wore my homemade computation gem that hung idly in my neck. I created it from the many trial and errors for it to work. A remake of my Elinium Type 95 Operation Orb with thirty-two functioning, nano-scaled cores and a sophisticated digital analyzer of using good old quantum computing than the obsolete twentieth-century analyzer, it ridiculously reduced the intake of my mana to a mere fraction while giving out a massive yield result from my spells.

Example, a simple explosive formula limit was around 150 kilos of using a conventional computation orb back in my first reincarnation, but using this digitalized orb would create the equivalent size of fifty thousand nuclear ICBMs going off simultaneously or even bigger if I added more mana to my explosive spell. A fabulous achievement I made here and fascinating how advance technology could fix the many obstacles I faced on making this. It made me wonder how much cores I could stuff in that orb of mine and improving the analyzer performance speed beyond its limit like an overclocked CPU in the twenty-first century with complete stability.

I'd called this powerful prototype the Elinium Computation Orb Mark.11 or ECO-MK 11. With that, I finally figured out how to mass-produce them with machines than handmade artistry. I could give the Federation this new technology wonder immediately, but not right now as I waited for the upcoming psychic realm to start leaking out into our reality, a power play to force the Federation to follow my own rules when they're deeply desperate.

My fingers flickered and I lifted the standard Federation machine gun. A gauss design that nearly reached light speed velocity which the Aeldari wouldn't react in time and the devastation it brought. A feed loaded up to hundreds of explosive cartridges which were so light yet so deadly which would shred through small buildings in few seconds. Better than the prototype, unstable Bolter round which was hard to control, expensive and heavy as hell.

Amplifying the explosion and lethality, I chanted.

"Oh Lord in heaven. Punished Gomorrah for their treachery and Sodom for their sins. Turn the sinners into salt and let your angels hold onto my shoulders. Raze the den of evil with your light. Rain brimstone of their hubris against you and to show their wretchedness; show them of your wrath and glory." Hear the orb fizzing and my gun vibrating with unspeakable destruction, I pulled the trigger and a loud crack was heard.

"Salt the Earth!"

Terror strike at the hearts of the Aeldari when everything becoming a planetary-level Armageddon, a blast so large that it engulfed half of the planet's crust from a flash of pure light and the skies above them got eaten away which I destroyed their planet's atmosphere. When they realize their souls are being torn and consumed by an unknown force-which was me-they screamed in complete horror, begging for salvation as if their war god rain hell on them when their planet's core started to quake and breaking itself apart. Their planetary defense wasn't ready as they were too busy enjoying their indulgence and their sophisticated technology disintegrated from my spell.

What are the alternatives? We try the diplomatic approach but the elves didn't heed my warning. As suspected from my many reincarnations when dealing with fairy races. The Eldar were no different from them as they simply view us as an "inferior" species. But who was inferior now? They're arrogance needed to be brought down a peg or two for them to fully cooperate with me. If not, they are all going to die anyway.

They're worse than those green skin fungal Xenos, which for some reason; the Federation labeled them as a "protected species" even though they display extreme aggression to anyone and grow rapidly if they were left unchecked. But at least they're being honest about it.

Besides, the ethicality here was justifiable since they kidnapped Federation citizens to become their sex toys with zero regards for our laws. Addition to that, the Federation wasn't doing jack shit on the space elves' detrimental hedonism and superiority complex as they love to torture anyone who thinks they're "Mon'Keigh" to them, so I will do it by myself along giving these damn space elves a reality check. Addition, I'm testing out the yield of my spells from the new computation orb I made and the results were very pleasing on what I saw. There could be an improvement on my new device, but it met my expectations wholeheartedly when I felt their souls entering into my realm, steadily getting processed into ammunition or fuel for me to use.

I warned of their race demise if they let their new "god" of pleasure be born, warned they will face precautions from me. But they ignored my warnings as an arrogant excuse for them to bow to me. For that, they took death and they will pay the price as I'll do anything to negate the creature's birth best as possible with blood in my hands. Their hubris will simply be their downfall when I'm eliminating half of their race.

A few seconds later. I feel billions of Eldar souls were brought to me when clones of myself were awakened, doing the same planetary genocide across the stars with one trigger pull and hear planets tearing apart like rubble. Hundreds of Eldar colony worlds that contain the cult of pleasure were now terminated and planets were left barren where no life could be sustained.

I could feel their "god" shriek in terror when it felt the emptiness, all of its followers were gone, the life of the mundane when silence came and the creature saw horror when it gazed back to the abyss which I gaze back to it. There was only death and there was nothing, with more souls to use, more ammunition to kill, a means to an end. Just a few more planets to break, it will be really weakened for good...which I hope. Gazing back to the realm, I could hear the Blood God was enjoying this in a furious roar and crippling a potential enemy.

A job well done, but they're still more Eldar worlds for me to destroy and to completely stop the monster's birth which the elves weren't aware of their own perversion or lack of dignity. Even it meant extinction to their race and to make the realm of souls less chaotic, so be it.

About to fly off into my realm to check the bounty I collected, I felt something forcefully pulling me like I was near to a black hole. In a burst of psychic energy, I was abruptly thrown into someone's domain where fire and blood pouring in this dimension. I could feel its grip tighten in rage and I could hear it growled in anger. Looking through the hellscape where fire consuming the air and bodies of blood pouring under me, it was like I'm in Khorne's domain but mostly dismembered space elves along with the lack of skulls. The butchered elves below me moan in agonizing pain and raising their hands at me for salvation, begging me to save them.

Having a good deduction of what realm I'm in, I look up to see a figure emerging from the blazing hellfires. An eruption of inferno bursting from its bloodied, armored body, long, bladed horns attached to its skull with raging fire bursting from its face, a trail of flames above his head that looked a horsetail. Emerging out, I only felt hatred and rage boiling, his psychic essence that could rival Khorne himself, the epitome of war itself.

I saw his curse. Blood boiled and poured from his burning hands which they hold his enflamed sword that burnt like magma. The enflamed entity stared at me in absolute hatred. Seeing it all, I know who exactly he was. The Bloody-Handed God who feared his demise, his paranoia that started a bloody war against the Aeldari which he believed the elves will kill him, but not knowing their fragile psyche was the cause. Instead of asking for a replacement, he attacked. Feeling the boiling magma from its body and its inferno domain, I know who he was when I consumed the souls of the Aeldari.

Khaela Mensha Khaine.

"WHO ARE YOU MON'KEIGH?"