Henry was filled with doubt. According to his stereotypes, purple was indeed associated with Slaanesh, but Slaanesh's influence should never reach Khorne's wastes.
This intersection of powers didn't conform to any rule he knew, though he couldn't rule out that he, an amateur player, simply didn't know enough.
Hiss... 'But is this right? Is this even reasonable?' His recent experience had been so real that he began to doubt his own senses.
'Did my soul really just leave my body?' Henry wondered, his hand unconsciously stroking the cold surface of his warhammer. The sensation confirmed that he was not dreaming.
If the power of the Four Gods could already influence the physical world at will, enough to reach Caladia, then things were getting a little terrifying.
Henry was afraid that one day a Greater Daemon would pop out of his bedroom while he was sleeping. Haha, wouldn't that be interesting.
