The sky was brutally torn open from the middle by an invisible giant hand, revealing a hideous, iridescent, and enormous rift.
This was not a tearing in the physical sense.
It was a scar leading to hell, formed by the forced distortion and manipulation of the very laws of reality by a higher-dimensional, pure malevolence.
Countless impossible colors flowed wildly within the rift, refracting billions of broken, lie-filled futures.
Immediately after, a voice composed of billions of different overlapping sounds, filled with mockery and ridicule, rang out like the most venomous curse across the entire burning Prospero.
"My pawn, the game is not over yet."
"Where do you think you're going?"
The voice resonated directly in the depths of everyone's soul, carrying an irresistible dominance and possessiveness belonging to a Supreme Chaos God.
It was Chaos God Tzeentch!
The Lord of Change!
It had finally torn off all its disguises, lost all its patience, and was personally intervening in the most direct and brutal way possible!
Magnus snapped his head up, his single eye, which had just ignited a glimmer of Hope, was instantly engulfed by endless fear as he felt the will that was so familiar it made his soul tremble!
"No..."
He murmured, losing his voice.
However, Chaos God Tzeentch gave him no chance to react at all.
"Come here!"
Accompanied by a roar filled with possessiveness, countless chains made of pure chaotic energy, covered in constantly blinking eyes and shifting runes, shot out like venomous snakes from the Subspace rift!
Ignoring physical distance and spatial barriers, they traversed hundreds of meters the moment they appeared, viciously coiling around Magnus's shattered soul!
"Arghhh!"
Magnus let out a shrill scream.
Before this will belonging to the origin of a Chaos God, the power he had just had crushed by Leticia, which had not yet reorganized, appeared so insignificant and powerless.
He had no power to resist.
Those energy chains, like red-hot branding irons, were deeply branded into the core of his soul.
His immense body was tightly bound by these invisible chains, and uncontrollably, bit by bit, he was dragged off the ground, slowly rising toward the rift in the sky that exuded endless malice!
Chaos God Tzeentch was going to forcibly drag this most interesting collectible of its, which was about to slip out of its control, back into its Crystal Labyrinth filled with lies!
Just then!
A roar filled with wild Battle Intent exploded suddenly, like a volcanic eruption!
"Don't even think about it!"
Angronia was the first to move!
In her amber pupils burned a pure Battle Intent ten thousand times hotter than the fires burning Prospero!
She transformed into a streak of red lightning that tore through space, her entire being like a cannonball launched in reverse, charging head-on toward those energy chains!
The massive chain-axe in her hand, named "World Breaker," ignited with blazing, crimson flames that seemed capable of burning everything to ashes, fueled by the authority of [Battle Intent]!
"Break for me!"
Accompanied by her wild roar, the massive battle-axe, carrying terrifying power sufficient to split a small moon, struck viciously and mercilessly against the energy chains closest to Magnus!
Zzzzt!
A screeching sound of intense friction between metal and energy, sharp enough to tear a mortal's eardrums, resounded through the sky!
Under the frenzied cutting of the chain-axe, those energy chains erupted with large swathes of iridescent, firework-like chaotic energy sparks, shaking violently, but they were not severed immediately!
"These things... are so tough!"
Angronia let out an impatient growl, increasing her power output, and the flames on the battle-axe burned even more fiercely!
Meanwhile.
An elegant yet lethal purple sword light, like a meteor cutting through the dark night, flashed and vanished silently.
Fogremia moved.
Her flawless face was filled with cold disgust for these "ugly" chains before her.
The magnificent longsword "Morning Star" in her hand did not choose to clash head-on like Angronia's.
Instead, it struck the other chains elegantly and precisely, following a flawless trajectory filled with artistic beauty.
The position she attacked was not the main body of the chains.
It was the fleeting, weak nodes of energy flow between the myriad shifting runes that composed the chains!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
A few soft sounds, like bubbles bursting, rang out.
The stable structures within the energy chains struck by "Morning Star" were instantly destroyed; like sand sculptures losing their support, they collapsed silently and on their own, turning into specks of energy filling the sky.
This was precisely the most perfect combat aesthetic belonging to Fogremia!
Using the least amount of power to cause the most complete destruction!
Immediately after, a holy, warm golden radiance descended from the sky.
Sanguinia unfurled her pair of enormous wings, as white as fresh snow.
She did not choose to attack.
Instead, she gave her wings a gentle flap, scattering billions of golden specks like dandelions, formed from pure [Vitality] and Hope.
These specks of light did not land on the chains, but instead fell gently and soothingly upon Magnus, who was being dragged.
Wherever the specks of light passed, the vicious curses attached to those energy chains that could erode the soul, and those false whispers that could twist the mind, were rapidly purified and dissolved, like ice illuminated by the scorching sun.
The pain in Magnus's soul was immediately eased.
The three Primarch Sisters, using three completely different methods, launched a counterattack against Chaos God Tzeentch's will at the same time!
However, Chaos God Tzeentch's will was like a vast ocean.
The rift in the sky became even larger!
More, thousands of energy chains, like endless venomous snakes, surged frantically from the rift!
Angronia's battle-axe was tightly bound by dozens of chains; no matter how she roared, she could not advance an inch.
Fogremia's figure, under the siege of hundreds of chains, had to begin dodging, no longer able to remain as composed as before.
Sanguinia's light of purification, before the even larger and filthier torrent of curses, became like a candle in the wind.
The situation became critical in an instant!
At this moment, Leticia's eyes became incredibly cold.
She knew that conventional resistance was no longer of any use.
To confront the origin will of a Chaos God, one must use... power of the same level, or even a higher dimension!
"Angronia, Fogremia, Sanguinia."
Leticia's calm voice clearly reached the ears of the three Sisters who were fighting hard.
"Come to my side."
The three Primarch Sisters did not hesitate in the slightest.
In an instant, they abandoned their respective opponents, transformed into three streaks of light of different colors, and returned to Leticia's side at the fastest speed, firmly protecting her in the center.
Leticia slowly extended her own fair, perfect hand toward them.
Angronia, Fogremia, and Sanguinia, without hesitation, placed their hands on Leticia's hand.
Four equally flawless, yet stylistically distinct hands, were tightly clasped together.
Leticia looked at the increasingly rampant Subspace rift in the sky, a cold curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Today, let this God of Trickery witness what true 'Harmony' is."
Her voice fell.
The four goddess-like beings, holding hands, formed a perfect, sacred circle.
An unprecedented force of creation, fusing four pure authorities, began to resonate and sublimate wildly between them!
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