After a prolonged struggle deep within the Warp, Orsaga and Khorne continued to clash violently.
As their battle dragged on, their battlefield gradually drifted further and further into the most unfathomable depths.
Waves of chaotic energy surged through the Warp, crashing and tumbling in all directions, completely engulfing the two combatants.
By this point, most beings could no longer observe their actions. Only the most powerful entities retained the ability to witness what was unfolding.
Eventually, their battle spread across multiple points along the timeline, following the endless tides of energy. — In the distant past…
As streaks of iridescent light danced across the sky, a group of primitive humans who had been roasting mammoth meat by a campfire suddenly felt something awaken in their minds. Knowledge—alien and profound—emerged from nowhere.
They came to understand a truth: that nothing in existence, not even time itself, remains unchanged forever.
Whether triggered by external forces or born from inner volition, all things are subject to change.
These changes could be for better or worse.
But regardless of outcome, change itself could be called Transcendence—a process of shedding the old to evolve toward something new and greater.
Transcendence takes two main paths:
One, toward extreme and grotesque Mutation;
The other, toward refined and complete Evolution.
Yet no matter the form it takes, all Transcendence is guided by one great being.
That being is known as the Lord of Transcendence—the god who drives all things to change and grow.
He delights in all forms of transformation, even bestowing hardship and torment upon mortals to serve as fuel for their growth—pressuring them to transcend their current selves.
Thus, the Lord of Transcendence is also revered as the God of Suffering, or the Source of All Growth...
After grasping these revelations, the primitive humans began to fervently chant the name of the Lord of Transcendence, offering fanatical prayers in hopes of becoming stronger through change.
At that moment…
Followers of the God of War and the Warlord of Battle heard their chants—and immediately condemned them as heretics.
Tensions rose quickly, leading to fierce arguments… then violent conflict.
Again and again, across past, present, and future alike, the clash between the Lord of Transcendence—Orsaga and the God of Slaughter—Khorne played out through countless skirmishes and ideological warfare.
Eventually, as the battle between the two continued, something unexpected happened.
Perhaps the gods themselves grew weary of their repetitive, aimless brawling.
Perhaps their chaos disrupted the tranquility of others.
Or maybe, some simply wanted to stir up trouble out of sheer boredom.
From the swirling tides of the Warp, two more entities emerged, paying no mind to the raging energy around them:
A bloated, green-skinned monstrosity, and a blue, twisted avian figure.
The green one was Nurgle, bearer of twin aspects: God of Corruption and Plague, and God of Life and Vitality.
The blue one was Tzeentch, holder of the aspects God of Trickery and Greed, and God of Wisdom and Knowledge.
From their mouths spilled obscure, arcane syllables—sounds so unnatural that even hearing a few of them would drive any mortal mad or rot them from within.
But for Orsaga and Khorne, such effects were meaningless.
As the two heard these utterances, they gradually ceased their attacks and turned their attention toward the new arrivals.
And so, the four mighty entities began a secret exchange, unknown to all outsiders.
Endless streams of information flowed between them…
The creatures of the Warp that watched from afar could only look on in curiosity, desperate to understand what was being discussed—but in vain.
All they knew was this:
One day later, the conversation ended. The four gods scattered in different directions.
And from that moment on, the Warp—this chaotic realm—welcomed its fourth Chaos God:
The Lord of Transcendence—Orsaga. — With Orsaga's will, a vast swath of the Warp began to undergo transformation.
He was preparing to forge his own dominion.
This wasn't anything unusual—every Chaos God, and even many ordinary Warp entities, could carve out their own territory within the Warp.
Khorne had the Fortress of the Bloody Ladder, a realm of endless battle.
Nurgle ruled the Garden of Decay, overflowing with pus and plague.
Tzeentch resided in the Crystal Labyrinth, a realm that connected countless dimensions.
These domains were akin to divine kingdoms, but with key differences.
Similar to divine realms, the domain's master held absolute authority within its borders, and nothing could escape their awareness.
But unlike a traditional divine realm, destroying one of these territories didn't weaken its owner. The loss was irrelevant.
That's because the Chaos Gods of the Warp were less like traditional deities, and more like conceptual embodiments.
Faith and followers, while helpful, were mere luxuries to them—nice to have, but hardly essential.
Take Orsaga, for example:
As long as there was life in the multiverse experiencing suffering and hardship…
As long as anything continued to grow, struggle, or transcend…
He would always have a source of power.
He would never truly die—at worst, he could only be weakened or sealed away temporarily.
Because of this, whether others hated him or worshipped him made no real difference.
And so, the Chaos Gods of the Warp lived however they pleased—unrestrained by mortal logic.
Each and every one of them was the embodiment of "I do what I want."
Furthermore, when Orsaga ascended to godhood, the empowerment of his divine spark granted him a deeper understanding of this universe.
He realized: this was a universe governed more by idealism than by material reality.
While physical laws still existed, they played second fiddle to metaphysical forces—to the mysteries of fate, emotion, and willpower.
In other words: science won't always save you here. Sometimes, you need magic.
Now, as Orsaga willed it, a massive region of the Warp was drawn into his control.
And at his command, solid land and impenetrable barriers began to form, sealing the area off from the outside.
In the heart of this vast terrain, a colossal mountain erupted from the ground with violent tremors.
Its sheer size and height defied the laws of physics.
To put it in perspective—if measured in distance, its peak would stretch from Earth all the way to the Andromeda Galaxy.
As the mountain and the land took shape, blood began to well up across the surrounding region, forming a vast sea of crimson at the borders of Orsaga's domain.
Above, the sky displayed a mirrored reflection of the physical universe's constellations, from which blood-red radiance continuously spilled.
Then came the flora.
Orsaga modeled his plant life after those from his birthplace—the Abyss.
They were hardy, able to withstand both heat and cold. They regenerated rapidly, produced potent toxins… and some could even uproot themselves to hunt prey.
To Orsaga, it all felt very nostalgic. It reminded him of home.
Gazing at this blood-hued world, he smiled and declared:
"From this day forward, this land shall be known as… The Crimson Heaven."
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