NOVGO.NET Chapter 249: The Feast Begins
Chapter 249: The Feast Begins
The void trembled.
All around the black hole that marked the center of the World Feast, chaos churned in ever-rising waves. Countless Void creatures—some mindless, some sentient—were drawn toward the singularity like moths to flame, consumed without hesitation by its infinite hunger.
Every second, more were swallowed. Their forms were shattered into dust, their essence converted into the purest fuel for the Feast.
From above, the Thrones of the Seven Sovereign Courts began to descend.
These were not mere ships. Each one was a cosmic citadel, the incarnate will of a Void Overlord forged into matter. They radiated power strong enough to shatter lesser worlds by proximity alone. And each of them had gathered to bear witness—to participate in a celebration that was, in truth, nothing short of a ritual of annihilation.
Qin Xian stood at the edge of the platform, looking down into the abyss. His eyes, cold and calm, reflected the spiraling void below. There was no fear in them. Only calculation.
Behind him, the Empress of Eternal Abyss stood with hands folded behind her back, her expression unreadable. Around them, the highest-ranking Void Lords of the First Court knelt in silence. Not a word was spoken. Not a breath was wasted.
Then came the voice.
Smooth. Mocking. Terribly amused.
“So this is the child everyone’s talking about.”
The speaker’s form began to emerge—fog before shape, laughter before flesh. He wore a mask of ever-changing features, his body cloaked in robes stitched from probabilities and broken realities.
The Overlord of Change—Tzeentch—descended.
His throne drifted like smoke, leaving trails of distorted light behind it. With every movement, the world bent in response. He smiled—or at least, his mask twisted into something like one.
“Queen of Eternal Abyss,” he said, tone light and cruel. “You’ve been busy.”
The Empress did not move, “Tzeentch.”
“I hear your son devoured three world cores in a single breath. Quite the appetite. You’ve raised him well.”
“He raised himself.”
Tzeentch’s gaze—or rather, the sense of it—shifted to Qin Xian. “Then tell me, little prince, what do you think of your elders?”
Qin Xian looked at him without blinking. “I think most of you are long past your prime.”
A ripple passed through the gathered Lords. Even some of the Overlords turned their heads.
Tzeentch was silent for a moment. Then laughed. “Good! Good! You’ve inherited her teeth.”
His form began to fade again, dissolving into the layers of reality like oil in water. As his throne receded into the background, another descended.
A stench followed it—rot, plague, and eternal decay.
The Plague Lord of the Second Court arrived in silence, his form like a mountain of corrupted flesh and festering boils. He did not speak. He never did. His presence alone was enough to silence entire worlds.
Next came the Queen of Decay, her face hidden behind a veil of bone and sorrow. She did not greet anyone—her eyes simply passed over the Empress, then lingered on Qin Xian for a fraction too long.
One by one, the Overlords gathered. And in the center, the Feast began to stir.
The black hole pulsed once, and the space above it tore apart.
A single figure emerged from that tear.
Shrouded in scarlet light, clad in broken armor forged from the corpses of slain gods, the Overlord of Slaughter stepped forward—Khorne, sovereign of the Third Court.
He looked directly at Qin Xian and smiled, “You are the one who killed my son.”
The void fell deathly silent.
Qin Xian raised his eyes and met the gaze of a creature who had slaughtered entire pantheons.
“I am,” he replied.
Khorne grinned wider. “Good. Then when I kill you, it won’t be murder. It will be justice.”
The Empress of Eternal Abyss took a single step forward. No words were spoken. No gesture made but the entire sky dimmed.
Khorne paused, the smile frozen on his face.
“You will not touch him,” the Empress said, her voice barely a whisper—and yet it crushed the entire realm under its weight. “Unless you wish for your Third Court to be erased from existence.”
The scarlet light dimmed slightly. Khorne stared at her, that eternal fury boiling behind his eyes. But in the end… he said nothing.
The Feast would begin soon but already, the war had begun—in stares, in threats, in silence.
And the child of the Queen of Eternal Abyss stood in the center of it all, unmoved.