Tantoria Hive.
Lower Hive.
Sass, the Dark Eldar Kabal archon, inspected the residential district he had just seized.
All humans had been forced to kneel along both sides of the filthy streets, pressing their faces and hands tightly into the bloodstains as they paid homage to Sass.
Some did not kneel properly.
After Sass passed one such person, he kept his gaze forward and showed no reaction.
But his Kabal warriors stepped forward, dragged the improperly kneeling person up, and slowly carved the human's face off with a small blunt knife. They then tossed the face into the bloodstains and viciously stomped on it several times.
"The humans are fighting the Poor Prince Cult rebels."
A strategist from the Kabal approached the archon and reported on the battle.
Sass kept his eyes forward and continued pacing slowly.
As he entered the residential district's square, Sass spotted a statue of a Space Marine leaning on a sword.
Beneath the statue stood a real Space Marine, clad in Terminator armor and holding two Chainaxes.
Well acquainted with humans, Sass recognized him as a veteran of the Space Wolves Chapter.
Only then did Sass stop, his gaze falling upon an Incubus.
Incubi were cultivators bred in Commorragh solely for slaughter.
They were selected at a very young age through mutual killings among their peers, then subjected to training even crueler and more dehumanizing than that of the Imperium's Assassinorum.
At the same time, Incubi were also masters of combat. Their skill was no worse than those who immersed themselves daily in performative slaughter within Commorragh's Arenas.
Sass had ten Incubi like this in his Kabal.
"Zog."
At Sass's call, the Incubus raised his blade, the faint green glow of his eyepiece crystals aimed at the archon.
The next second, Zog understood what the