The Most Terrifying Punishment

The safest corner of Commorragh.

Vect, master of the Dark City and the highest-ranking figure in Dark Eldar society, was there.

Layer upon layer of spatial dimensions had been condensed into a tiny speck of dust less than a nanometer in diameter, drifting through the most secluded and hidden corner of Commorragh.

Humans could never imagine that a speck of dust floating in the air contained a dimension, much less that Vect and hundreds of people capable of deciding Commorragh's fate were inside it.

"Angron definitely knows where we are."

"I'm more curious about something."

"Who put him together with those members of his guard?"

"He shouldn't have been put together with anyone else... Were the people managing the arena really that stupid? I can't believe it."

Vect was surrounded by his fellow kind.

"There is only one explanation." Vect raised his right index finger. "It wasn't stupidity. It was malice—malice taken to the extreme. They actually wanted to use a barbarian to seize power, playing political games and conspiracies. They've completely lost their minds."

Upon hearing the master of Commorragh's curse, not a single Dark Eldar present voiced any objection. All wore expressions of indignation.

However, acting came easily to anyone who had climbed to the upper echelons of Commorragh.

Those who wanted to use outsiders to seize power might be hidden among these people.

There was another possibility.

Everyone wanted to use outsiders to seize power. Some had directly sought to collude with the barbarians, while others were happy to see chaos engulf the world—either halfheartedly cooperating with the defense or simply sending people outside to assist the barbarians.

Based on his understanding of his own people's nature, Vect believed the second possibility was the truth.

"Kill every member of the arena guild's management," Vect ordered.

"They've already