White Scars: Within the Webway (Part Two)

A man in a black robe stood bare-handed amid the surrounding Aeldari, as leisurely as if he had come out for a picnic. The Aeldari around him watched him as though facing a mortal enemy, and Tamari thought the looks on their faces seemed to mix fear with hatred.

"Not going to try attacking me?" There was laughter in the man's voice. "Your will to fight is far too weak."

With that, he raised his hand, and a pool of blood on the ground floated up, turning into a round projectile that shot out violently. It struck an Aeldari's head with perfect precision—or, more accurately, smashed its way straight in.

That was where the muffled thud had come from.

The Aeldari's corpse collapsed in an utterly wretched state, blood drifting beside the man, and Tamari finally understood why he could act so relaxed. After the initial shock passed, he had already grown excited, but he still did not let down his guard.

—Who knew whether this psyker was loyal, or a shameful traitor?

He made up his mind to stay hidden for now and open fire later.

The man seemed utterly unaware of his arrival. He flicked his fingers casually, and the blood transformed into ravenous beasts, howling as they smashed one Aeldari body after another to pieces. The sight chilled the heart. Pure violence brought pure terror, but the Aeldari would not give up completely just like that.

They were, after all, members of a Kabal.

These Kabals from the Drukhari could be interstellar pirates, criminal syndicates, or noble families. The various Kabals fought one another and betrayed one another—these hateful xenos were even called a cancer upon the galaxy.

Even the smallest Kabal numbered over a hundred members. They gnawed away at humanity's living strength with unrelenting persistence,