The sharp blade sliced across the neck of Slaanesh's Chosen One.
In an instant, the scene fell into a dead silence.
The Chosen One of Slaanesh, adored by Slaanesh's believers, had fallen.
Noticing something amiss, another Chosen One of Slaanesh fiercely attacked the woman in front of him.
He realized there was a serious problem with this setup.
If he couldn't escape, he feared he would be forcibly detained without contributing a thing.
However, he couldn't even get close to the woman obstructing his way.
It wasn't that she was strong, but she didn't intend to fight directly, summoning Water Elements from afar to harass him.
The Chosen One of Slaanesh, adept at cautious assassinations, found himself trapped.
Suddenly, the Half-Plane where they had all been drawn into battle, unexpectedly split open.
A middle-aged man with white hair, red-eyed, charged in.
"Slaa! Nesh!"
Terror-inducing shockwaves swept across, and with a glance, he identified enemy from ally.
