If you managed to read the Tome of Liber Slaanesh without falling into heresy, then now you will see decay, death and despair, the Tome of Liber Nurgle awaits you. I think it's important to mention something about this book. Since its writing, it has undergone great changes. I noticed this as soon as I opened its binding. The pages, once sparkling with the purity of new parchment, were now covered with rot. It hasn't been long since I last opened it, but it looks like it's been sitting in a damp place for years since then. Its pages are wet and saturated with moisture, yes, and that smell! I was forced to use tweezers to turn its pages for fear of catching some kind of infection. By the end of the book, the rotting became more and more terrible. The pages were covered in viscous green goo. The last hours that I spent over this book, holding a dimly glowing candle in my hands, it seemed to me that I saw some tiny creatures swarming in the mucus and crawling across the pages, spreading their infection throughout them. I worried as I turned the pages, fearing that each subsequent one would simply crumble into dust. Oh, if only this had happened, the world would then have been rid of this corrupted artifact! I still can't understand why it was decided to write the next volumes of Liber Chaotica, I think they should all be burned.