This is very Tzeentch.
Regardless of Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, or the Imperium, he never minds disgusting them.
No wonder the other three Gods of the Warp, most of the time, detest Tzeentch, sometimes even cooperating with the Imperium just to kill Tzeentch's followers first.
In terms of being annoying, Emrys would name Tzeentch as the first!
"So? You've said so much, are you trying to make me thank Tzeentch for his help?" He was simultaneously pondering how to resolve the current situation in his mind, and also wary of the Lord of Change's schemes!
"You want to save her?"
Kairos' two heads drooped, his ashen, shadowless pupils, though clearly fixed on Emrys, gave him an extremely bizarre sensation.
It was as if... he wasn't looking at the "present" Emrys, but rather the Emrys of the "future."
"Yes."
Emrys admitted this without evasion; in fact, even if he denied it, it would be meaningless.
In the eyes of Kairos, who could observe the "future," any lie or scheme had no practical meaning, so it was better to be direct.
"I regret to say, in the 'future' I have seen, she will die in your arms." Kairos' calm tone sounded more like mockery of Emrys' overestimation of himself.
He held his staff and stated directly.
"No one has ever been able to change the time I have 'observed,' and you... are no different!"
"Is that so?"
Emrys was expressionless, his gaze fixed on Kairos, a sneer slowly forming on his lips.
"Then you better open your eyes wide and watch carefully... how I, your daddy, will reverse the future!"
"Impossible."
"The future... has been observed!"
Kairos' two heads spoke simultaneously.
"The torrent of time, the moment I cast my gaze, it converged; even the Human Emperor... cannot The power to change destiny!"
As he spoke, Emrys suddenly stepped forward, his foot landing in the terrifying psychic storm, and in an instant... the dreadful surging waves, like raging fire, ignited half of his foot!
Behind that colorful rift, Kairos the Weaver of Fates silently watched Emrys.
"In fifteen seconds, you will be corroded by the psychic storm, but... the amulet granted to you by the Human Emperor will protect your soul from being devoured by the Warp storm."
"In seventeen seconds, you will say: 'Elsa, I've come to save you.'"
"In nineteen seconds, you will plunge the Singing Spear, gifted to you by the Eldar Farseer, into her chest to suppress the spreading psychic energy and life force."
"In twenty-three seconds, the ritual will be interrupted."
"In twenty-eight seconds, you will believe you have saved her, but once a Warp ritual begins, even lord cannot completely interrupt it; her life... will still continue to drain away."
"In thirty-three seconds, her life will reach its end, and her soul will be offered as a 'sacrifice' to lord... In her final moments, she will collapse, dying, into your arms."
"Shut your damn mouth!!!"
Emrys roared, forcing his way into the psychic storm, his whole body seemingly ignited, enduring the pain of being consumed by flames.
But, just as Kairos said, the emblem he always wore blocked the Warp's corrosion, protecting his soul from being completely devoured.
"Elsa, I've come to save you!"
Emrys roared, drawing the Singing Spear, struggling step by step, enduring the Impact of the Warp's psychic storm, gradually approaching Elsa.
The Singing Spear bore runes inscribed by the Eldar Farseer, which, in addition to amplifying psychic energy, could also temporarily suppress the Warp.
However, its effect was ultimately not as stable as black Stone.
If only he had black Stone... Emrys deeply regretted not moving the black Stone from the ruins; at the time, he was only afraid of waking the Necrons. If he had known this would happen, he should have taken the black Stone array!
But, no matter how much you say.
There's no such thing as a regret pill in the world; he could only hope that the Singing Spear would hold out!
"Please... Hilda, your thing better be useful, I'm burning incense for you!" Emrys gritted his teeth, holding the Singing Spear, using all his strength to push the spear tip little by little towards Elsa!
The spear shaft was covered in cracks, and the runes inscribed by the Eldar Farseer also shimmered, seemingly resisting the psychic storm!
The future will not change!
Kairos gazed into the 'future'; Emrys' actions had always been within the trajectory of fate, and he believed there would be no deviation!
Boom!!!
The Singing Spear exhausted its power, piercing Elsa's chest and briefly suppressing the psychic storm.
The ritual seemed to have been terminated.
However, Elsa was emaciated, like a skeleton; her life force was almost entirely sacrificed, and her soul's flame was like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"I, I'm sorry"
Elsa's beautiful face had become extremely terrifying, her entire face burned away, leaving raw, bloody muscle, and her eyes were melted, leaving only hollow sockets.
"I, I didn't want... you to die, but I didn't expect... it would turn out like this."
"It's not your fault, Elsa." Emrys showed no hint of disgust, holding her tightly, and softly said.
"It's Tzeentch's conspiracy... I will settle this score with him!"
From the very beginning, this was Tzeentch's conspiracy!
What "for your own good" was entirely Tzeentch, using Khorne's current scheme to subtly mislead Elsa, bringing about this situation!
This wasn't because Elsa was disloyal, but because Tzeentch himself intervened, even sending his most trusted Lord of Change, Kairos the Weaver of Fates.
The last time someone received such treatment was during the Great Heresy era tens of thousands of years ago.
"Lord Emrys... It's good that you're alright... At least, he didn't, lie to me" The dying Elsa's chest heaved, blood foam spilling from the corners of her mouth, but she was still smiling.
"No, I won't let you die!" Emrys gripped Elsa's almost skeletal hand tightly, a resolute glint appearing in the depths of his pupils.
"Trust me, okay?!"
But, Elsa slowly shook her head, curling up in his arms, her voice soft and faint.
"Lord Emrys, I'm running out of time. I have one more thing, I hope you can promise me, okay?"
"Don't say such inauspicious things."
Emrys forced a smile on his face.
"I told you I'd take you to a place better than a garden world, have you forgotten?"
"I seem to be breaking my promise... lord Emrys." Blood tears streamed from Elsa's hollow eye sockets, and she gently shook her head.
"Lord Emrys, can you... take a little longer to forget me?"
"Lord Emrys, can you take a little longer to forget me?" The skeletal Elsa curled up in his arms, enjoying a moment of warmth.
"Someone said, death is not the end, forgetting is."
"So"
Listening to Emrys' heartbeat, Elsa's face broke into a heartfelt smile.
"Just let me, stay in your heart... a little longer, lord Emrys"
Hearing this, Emrys lowered his head, his expression hidden, gripping Elsa's hand tightly, feeling her life draining away little by little.
It seemed, it really couldn't be changed!
The slower the perception of sorrow, the more intense the delayed pain.
In the past, Elsa had always been by his side, and scenes of their time together flashed like a revolving lantern in his mind.
Yes, he had long grown accustomed to days with Elsa by his side.
She would always silently and thoughtfully prepare everything for him, standing behind him, like a shadow, always at his side!
Through the colorful rift, Kairos smiled.
"Everything... is as perfect as I saw it!"
The future cannot be changed!
Extreme grief and hatred would twist 'his' heart, causing him to fall into Chaos... Kairos thought of this and couldn't help but spread his arms, a blasphemous shriek emanating from his bird beak, as if chanting Chaos witchcraft!
"In ten seconds, you will become a completely new existence, standing deep within the Crystal Labyrinth, the great 'Xinliezhi' will bestow upon you a new name, the messenger who ends fate... Daemon Prince, Atropos!"
"Hey, you've been rambling for so long"
Just then, Emrys suddenly spoke, interrupting Kairos, who was immersed in himself.
"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully... how I will change that damn fate you speak of—!"
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