Galaxy 30: Throne of Chaos

Discordia is the first world of Chaos, and nothing makes sense there. The sky is below, the ground changes colour, time hesitates. The chaos lords are at home there.

The ground turns green, then red. Blades come out of it.

On Entropia, everything that stands collapses as you go. Walls, mountains, certainties. The chaos sorcerers speed up the fall.

A mountain collapses in the distance. A sorcerer laughs in the dust.

The chaos lords of Anarchia fight each other, and you. There are no alliances, only targets. You are the most interesting target.

Two lords stop fighting. Both turn towards you.

The prophets of Prophétia foretell your end. They are often right, because they do everything to make it happen. They protect their own and heal every wound.

A prophet raises his arms. "They will fall here." His guard heals.

On Porteuria, the chaos colossi carry the throne on their backs. They never set it down. They crush whatever gets in their way.

The ground shakes under the colossi's steps. The throne passes over you.

The Antechamber is the last gate before the Emperor. All the armies of Chaos gather there. No one has ever knocked on this door.

The door opens. The whole court of Chaos is waiting for you.

Pandemonium is the throne room, and Emperor Vhorzakh sits there. He created Chaos, or Chaos created him — he himself no longer knows. His breath is black fire, and his blade cannot be parried. His prophets heal him, his colossi carry him, his lords serve him. Every galaxy you have crossed sent him its tribute. Command has staked everything on this final battle. You will have to break through his court, hold under his breath, and strike to the very end.

Emperor Vhorzakh rises. The universe holds its breath.