Warhammer Reactions: Chaos and Daemons

Black as the abyss between the stars, the surface of the giant monolith flashed with a silent light.

In the Eye of Terror, amid the ruins of ancient Eldar worlds, above the crimson seas of blood in the Citadel of Khorne, in the crystal halls of Tzeentch, and on the bridges of the Black Legion's desecrated battleships, monolithic screens pulsed with a single rhythm. Neither daemonic sorcery nor thermonuclear cannon fire could leave even the slightest scratch on their surfaces.

"What the hell is this?" Abaddon the Despoiler's roar echoed throughout the flagship, the Spirit of Vengeance. His clawed fist, clenched with a force capable of shattering armored steel, froze before the smooth glass. Branching Warp lightning flowed powerlessly across the screen's surface, causing him no harm.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Immaterium, where the concepts of space disintegrate, the Dark Gods turned their invisible yet omnipotent gazes upon the alien phenomenon. Khorne sensed the absence of spilled blood around the monolith and growled in dull rage; Tzeentch set in motion a million threads of fate but found no source for this phenomenon in the past or future; Nurgle looked up from his cauldron for a moment, amazed by the absolute sterility and indestructibility of the object; and Slaanesh peered into the deep, perfect surface, searching for temptation and a new, untried sensation.

A shadow of silence hung over millions of Chaosites, demons, and sorcerers. The screen cleared, and movement began—frames of an alien world, unfamiliar creatures, and unseen technologies unfolded before the eyes of the galaxy's most dangerous beings. They didn't know whose story this was. They didn't know the names and destinies of those who walked across the image. But each of them was already prepared to pronounce their judgment.