[spoiler]eh. Image doesn't do it too much justice. I preferred your description.[/spoiler] The festivities raged on down below, on this bubble area of his Realm. Within that bubble, those not of the Warp were protected from its effects. Far above, towering over the feast was the Castle Viridian, Noiratrom's residence. Alone, in his observatory room, he watched the festivities below, a small smile on his face. While the warriors feasted and celebrated, he did not. He had too much on his mind. Ten thousand years of history's worth. As he saw the fireworks, heard the thunderous laughter and rythmic music, he pondered. Ten thousand years of hatred. Of disdain. Even more, for some. Erasing it all in one night was impossible. He knew that, later, even the next day, for some, would return to hatred. After all, not everyone was here, feasting, cheering. Only a very few number. He feared for the future. He had managed to take on Slaanesh because the prince was weak. He was foolish, and easy to defeat. But for the others... defeating Khorne in combat would be impossible. And the same applied to Tzeentch. As for Nurgle... who could say? It would still be some time before he would gather enough power to vanquish the tainted pantheon. And although some were celebrating, Noiratrom's combat had only just begun.