"Sass."
Merely from the ripples of the Archon's thoughts spreading through space, Kaylarenath knew the Kabal leader's name.
"Where did you put that piece of leg bone?"
"Tell me, and you won't die."
Kaylarenath floated upward. With the Sceptre on his back and his hands clasped behind him, he raised his head and squared his chest, slowly closing in on Sass with an elegant, imposing, yet courteous posture.
"Why don't you just read my mind?" Sass sneered, reaching behind his waist.
The Archon wanted to draw his weapon, but the moment he thought of the ferocious Young God behind him, he put his hand back.
It was not compromise, but despair.
"Of course, I could kill you and then read your memories."
"But kin, I truly don't want to offer another soul of our kind to the Dark Prince."
When Kaylarenath mentioned the Dark Prince—Slaanesh—a bone-deep terror surfaced on Sass's face, gradually twisting his features into something grotesque.
"If I tell you, will you spare me?" Sass asked.
"That depends on what the Young God decides," Kaylarenath answered honestly.
"Then either way, I'm dead."
The Archon chose to resist, because he truly could not believe there was any chance of survival left for him.
One could tell from the Young God's expression alone just how much he despised the Dark Eldar.
"Won't talk—"
Kaylarenath's face beneath his helmet suddenly twisted with rage. "Then die!"
Lu Jin watched as the Spirit Seer suddenly raised his voice in fury, pulled the Sceptre from his back, and charged at the Archon after landing.
The Seer's method of battle was not psychic sorcery, but the simplest and most effective kind of combat: close quarters.
Before Sass could react, Kaylarenath had already closed in and struck him across the head with the Sceptre. His helmet