"Life?"

"Wonderful!"

Motalia's eyes were blurred and his consciousness was blurred.

Tzeentch's power is revealed, and in an instant, time is distorted, and everything comes to a slow standstill.

All that was left was Nurgle, and an Primordial before Him.

The scythe dragged across a ravine in the ground, and the armor-covered palm poked out to reach out for the flower-covered arm.

Bang!

Before the fingertips touched, the brilliant flowers were covered

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