The red figure, upon manifesting, laid eyes directly on the heart of the ritual—the massive, blood-colored egg pulsing at the center.
No further investigation was needed.
In an instant, he understood the egg's purpose.
Rage and killing intent surged to the surface.
Of course, his mind was already a constant storm of wrath and bloodlust, 24/7.
A massive two-handed greatsword silently appeared in his grip.
Without hesitation, he brought it down in a single, devastating strike!
Enshrouded in a torrent of Warp energy, the skull-adorned greatsword burst forth with a blinding crimson light.
A power capable of rending the material universe itself!
As it fell, all space around them shattered in a tide of blood-red brilliance.
The special domain that Orsaga had painstakingly constructed exploded like an overinflated balloon.
Everything within was expelled violently back into the surrounding Warp.
In that moment, countless powerful entities within the Warp sensed the destruction and turned their attention to the exposed blood egg and the descending sword.
Their expressions changed instantly.
And just as the greatsword was about to strike—
A red arm burst from within the egg, meeting the blade head-on.
BOOM!
A thunderous shockwave erupted as the compressed energy detonated outward!
At the exact moment the arm broke through the egg's shell, a mysterious force surged from that point across countless timelines throughout the Warhammer universe.
Under the chaos-warping influence of the Warp's fractured time—
Orsaga's birth within this universe became a fixed, absolute point.
It was no longer a possibility, but an inevitability encoded into every timeline of the Warhammer universe.
Just as all things, whether noble or lowly, powerful or frail, are born with a destined purpose—
So too was Orsaga.
As a lifeform formed from the amalgamation of negative emotion and energy,
Orsaga's "purpose" was no trivial thing.
And the moment he shattered the blood egg, the universe's consciousness granted him that purpose—
Two divine personas, born of one essence, perfectly aligned with his being:
God of Suffering and Mutation
God of Tempering and Evolution
With the imposition of these twin divine aspects, the Warp, once cold and indifferent to him, suddenly embraced him like family.
In an instant, Orsaga's power began to skyrocket exponentially.
Fueled by the energies of the Warp, his strength surged from the baseline of a Archdemon, all the way to the very pinnacle of that rank.
An ascent that would normally require Millions of years—achieved in moments.
And at that same moment, torrents of information flooded his mind.
Knowledge inherent to the God of Suffering and Mutation and the God of Tempering and Evolution.
Through it, Orsaga instantly understood the deeper workings of the universe.
He also realized the identity of the one attacking him—
Another dual-aspect god:
The God of Slaughter and War,
The God of Valor and Victory—
Khorne (The Blood God)!
In this universe, beings with dual-aspect divinity function like reflections of emotional balance:
If the sentient population's emotions lean positive, the God manifests as a benevolent god.
If negativity prevails, they emerge as a dark god.
Right now, both Orsaga and Khorne were undoubtedly dark gods—Evil Gods in every sense.
As Orsaga's punch clashed with Khorne's greatsword, the entire Warp erupted into chaos!
A massive Warpstorm was unleashed!
Countless Warp entities were annihilated on the spot, and countless small worlds tethered to the Warp were obliterated.
Even the material universe began to suffer collateral effects—planet after planet torn apart, and many stars that should have burned for eons were extinguished in an instant.
In the past, if Orsaga—classified as an Abyssal Demon—had caused this much mayhem, the universe's consciousness would've marked him as a blacklisted threat.
But now?
Things had changed.
He was a local resident.
The universe didn't even blink at the destruction.
After all—when family breaks a couple of bowls, it's no big deal!
"Hahahahahahaha!"
Amid the sheer joy of "betting big and winning big"—
From "a bicycle into a motorcycle," or "a beater car into an Audi"—
Orsaga erupted into laughter after just a single punch.
He couldn't care less about Khorne standing right in front of him.
Before his Rebirth, facing Khorne's assault, even fleeing would've been nearly impossible.
After all, Khorne wasn't just nearly at demon Lord level; he also held special administrative privileges over the universe.
Basically, he had admin rights.
Even other Daemon wouldn't necessarily be able to touch him within this realm.
But now?
"I'll laugh if I want to!"
"We're both system admins now—what are you gonna do about it?"
Even if Orsaga just stood there and let Khorne hit him, he wouldn't die.
At worst, he might get sealed.
Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to just stand still.
Instead, he adopted a cheeky, evasive fighting style—hugging the edge of danger while showing off his maneuvering skills.
Dodging every strike by a hair's breadth—
Putting on an elaborate display of high-level combat evasion.
At this point, an extraordinary piece of news was being sensed by all the sentient beings throughout the Warp:
A new god has been born.
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Elsewhere in the galaxy—
A member of the Eldar, an alien species skilled in psychic perception, observed Orsaga dancing around Khorne's attacks with jaw-dropping agility.
The Eldar was utterly dumbfounded.
"Th-this-this-this…"
Watching Orsaga leap gracefully through the battlefield—
Even twirling into a swan-like pirouette beside Khorne—
He stood frozen, overcome by awe.
"This…
This is such masterful combat...
And such a graceful dance...
It's a perfect work of art..."
As he whispered, tears streamed from his eyes.
To be clear, these were the kind of words that would give Khorne a rage-induced brain aneurysm.
But to the Eldar, they came from the heart.
The Eldar, while biologically and psychologically similar to humans, possessed emotions and senses far more intense.
More passionate. More obsessive.
Thus, they revered dance, poetry, music, sculpture—
They lived for the arts.
And now, watching Orsaga dance amidst a brutal duel with such ease—
The Eldar's spirit was overwhelmed with awe.
It was like Columbus discovering the New World.
Soon after, he shared what he had witnessed—
And the story shook the Eldar civilization to its very core!
A spiritual revolution swept through them, said to have shaken the Eldar for a thousand years.
A bizarre new religious order soon formed.
Their core belief?
"Make combat beautiful by any means necessary."
Just like that, Orsaga inexplicably gained a devout following—
For reasons even he couldn't comprehend.
As for Ra?
He too had sensed the chaos erupting in the Warp.
The moment he detected the divine signature of this "new god,"
He immediately realized—
He might've made a tiny mistake.
So he chose to act like nothing happened.
"Orsaga? Never heard of him. Who let him in?
No idea."
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