[b]The Formless Wastes.[/b] From nearly engaging in perilous combat to making an alliance that was batshit insane, the past hour for Feryun was a fücking rollercoaster. He of course had bigger plans in mind, [i]The Formless Wastes.[/i] The unconquered realm of the Warp, for no Chaos God has a domain over it. Yet few Daemon Princes has made it their home. He would eradicate those who stood in his way, though it will be a difficult task. His only problem was Noiratrom, What if he got involved in this? For that shall ruin all for him. He would be forced to hand that realm over. He couldn't just straight up kill him for he lacked the power too. Even so it would be a fruitless action. He would be branded a traitor to even his fellow Chaos beings. This was certainly a plan with too many loose ends. He warped to his throne room, back to where it all started on that ungodly hour. He craved more than just a small throne room, for he wanted absolute power. Feryun reached into his Armor, pulling out a Talisman of Tzeentch. A relic that can prevent Psyker powers. [spoiler]So no mind reading all of this fgts.[/spoiler] He looked over at that ever so changing bronze door. Allowing access to both the bloodwrath and the Warp. He pulled open the Bronze door, it swung wide open to reveal..A Forest? That's rather strange. Feryun of course walked in and looked up at the sky, it crimson red. and to his left was a river of black tar. [spoiler]Open, You can just say you came through the Bronze door or some shit.[/spoiler]