Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 9 Chapter 7 Ripples of the Highest Heaven
In the dangerous Warp and the illusory High Heaven, there are four supreme gods. They have existed forever and each holds eternal authority in a certain realm.

But although the four gods have infinite power, they cannot interfere with the real universe at will, because it is still 30k. The Black Stone Array is still intact, and the Emperor is still walking on earth. But how can the four gods give up those sweet souls? Their greedy eyes have never left the mortal world, and the one who is most sensitive to the changes in the mortal world is Tzeentch, the great god of wisdom, fate and change.

Tzeentch's realm is a wondrous crystalline labyrinth. It does not require the nearly endless numbers of daemonic warriors that other gods deploy, but rather the illusory passages of the labyrinth itself are sufficient to keep out interlopers who are not controlled by the most powerful of minds and imaginations. Its glittering corridors reflect not only light, but also hope, pain, dreams, and nightmares. The Crystal Labyrinth not only reflects, it distorts, divides, and polarizes the goals and aspirations of interlopers, turning them into madness and despair. Controlled by Tzeentch's unconscious machinations, the Crystal Labyrinth is constantly shifting and reorganizing; every twist, turn, and dead end is a momentary whim of the Lord of Fate. Those who become lost within the maze remain lost forever, their minds shaken by the repetition of their own failures, and their dreams shattered.

Tzeentch himself lies at the center of the labyrinth. Secret libraries that drive all scholars mad are built around him. Every fragment of knowledge, every thought of every creature in every place and time is stored in the library. Books, parchments and scrolls are organized into strings marked by magical fire. Volumes and shelves of knowledge are spread out into the infinite secret spaces of Tzeentch's lair. Trapped in the shifting mazes of impossible fortresses, countless pink and blue horrors climb up and down the library, tending to the books like crazy gardeners tending to erratic weeds and branches. Dark magics chatter to their guardians, using their voices to entrap the horrors in conspiracy and rumor, tempting those unfortunate or daring interlopers to eventually wither away so that the secret library can absorb their energy.

Today, just like countless millennia in the past, the Lord of Change is weaving the fate of countless lives in the Great Library. Fate is like a thread, spreading out from the body of every sentient being, and interweaving with each other, forming an inescapable web. Tzeentch enjoys fiddling with the web of fate, and every gentle touch brings endless knowledge and wisdom, hiding inexplicable conspiracies and tricks.

Tzeentch never stops weaving, but now he suddenly stops.

“Fate has changed.”

The originally existing thread of destiny suddenly disappeared, threads that had never existed before began to appear, holes appeared in the airtight web of destiny, and the Lord of Destiny created countless plans with infinite wisdom. After tens of millions of years, unexpected variables finally appeared.

“That was not in the plan.”

Tzeentch said this in a very, very soft voice. No living creature should have been able to hear it, but the demons still felt fear instinctively, as if some great terror was about to befall them. They immediately fled frantically from Tzeentch.

“That was not in the plan.”

Tzeentch repeated it softly, then stood up.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Tzeentch suddenly started laughing loudly, and his momentum immediately increased wildly, vigorously, and explosively! At this moment, his momentum was a hundred times stronger than ever before, even ninety times! Incomparably domineering, incomparably wild. Such a Lord of Change, what in the Warp can resist? (Warp swear word), what else in the Warp can resist? !
“But change is a good thing!”

Endless threads of fate were intertwined in the body of the Lord of Fate. Countless knowledge, wisdom and secrets were born around Him and annihilated after the smallest amount of time. All the fear monsters were swept away and destroyed by the terrifying momentum in an instant, and turned into the purest warp energy, and were grabbed by Tzeentch's big hand and thrown into the web of fate.

(End of this chapter)