The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The volcanic arena of the Withered Blade was now deserted. High above the kilometers-deep field, on a narrow silver path, stood the Succubus, Aniarra.

As the highest leader of a Wych Cult, Aniarra was the perfect combination of beauty and death. Her tight breastplate outlined her perfect figure, her exposed abdomen showed clear muscle definition, and her shoulders and arms were adorned with barbed ornaments. Her exposed skin still shone brightly, with only shallow wounds dotting her arms, legs, and abdomen. Metal leg armor with a texture like fine silk gave her already slender legs a unique sense of power, while the snow-white roots of her thighs exposed to the air easily attracted attention. A strip of cloth dyed red with blood hung between her legs, just like her blood-colored long hair.

Her hairstyle could be described as classical among the Dark Eldar, without any unnecessary trimming, just a simple bun, which, combined with her serene face, gave her a unique sense of aloofness, a stark contrast to the common frenzy of the Daughters of Khaine.

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Many residents of the Shadow Hub believed that she was the most beautiful woman here. Even many Archons of Commorragh came from afar just to catch a glimpse of her beauty. She even earned the elegant title of 'Blood-Shrouded Flower'.

There were also rumors that she was once a renowned champion of Commorragh, and once outshone all others, until that woman appeared.

Few people knew what had happened back then. Everyone only knew that she had been defeated by the rising Lelith, and eventually chose self-exile. After wandering the galaxy for a long time, she met Sserayin and settled in the Shadow Hub.

So when the two Kabals fought, most people thought Aniarra would support Sserayin, but the result was surprising.

Aniarra chose neutrality and announced that she would never enter the territory of the Flayed Skull Kabal again.

At this time, even though the Shadow Hub was dominated by the Flayed Skull Kabal, the Withered Blade played a vital role in the city's operation. The Wyches' bloody games and the beasts and slaves they kept attracted a large amount of trade, maintained the Hub's survival, and satisfied the evil desires of the Dark Eldar residents in the Hub, so Zargan didn't say much, and everyone continued to maintain this state of peaceful coexistence.

But obviously, the situation had changed.

Aniarra stared at the towering God-Tower with her rare silver eyes. After a moment, a soft sigh escaped from her thin, crimson lips.

"...Just a bunch of fools blinded by a leaf."

Suddenly, a thin, cold air blew from the gravity maw of the arena, caressing her exposed skin and bringing a slight shiver.

Although she was aware that changes were taking place in the Shadow Hub, she did not know what action to take. They were just a Wych Cult. It didn't matter who was in power, but this change might be beyond the ordinary change of power.

Disturbed, she took a few steps and stared into the abyss below.

This was the Shadow Spine, her territory, her stage.

Outside the massive God-Tower, city spires and shadow-drenched metal canyons stretched in all directions, and the Shadow Spine was the second largest complex here, the center of the Wyches' cruel games and the Hub's thriving slave trade.

After initially cooperating with Sserayin to obtain the Shadow Hub, Aniarra and her Withered Blade reshaped the dents around the sphere's gravity maw into a series of descending floors, deep into the heart of this artificial star. Each floor had an arena for housing slaves and training gladiators, and some floors were also used to house beasts and cultivate monsters. These areas were separated from other areas of the pit by massive ancient blast doors and bulkheads.

The so-called gravity maw was the 'mouth' of the Gellan Sphere, used to devour stellar fragments, feed its deep furnaces, and convert them into raw materials.

It was thousands of meters wide, a huge opening surrounded by suspension arrays and magnetic grapple towers. However, the builders seemed to have considered that the size of the planetary fragments swallowed by the sphere would vary greatly, from a few hundred meters to more than two thousand meters in diameter. Therefore, the gravity maw was not shaped into a single door covering the interior of the sphere, but instead consisted of dozens of doors, each of which could be opened independently. There were even more doors on the lower levels, all leading to the center of the Gellan Sphere.

All of these doors were set in the upper structure of the sphere, with steep slopes and often surrounded by sharp teeth to catch debris, so each door was a natural pit suitable for arena combat. The Withered Blade used these doors and floors to create dozens of arenas, including a central arena that could be opened, closed, or otherwise manipulated at will, also known as the Blood Gate. The arena could be expanded or combined by pushing levers, or a door to the sphere's burning heart could be opened, throwing screaming slaves and beasts down to their deaths.

Aniarra stood above the Blood Gate. In the past, her appearance here would have meant a grand event.

But now, there were no spectators, no opponents, she was alone.

But loneliness did not bring her calm, but rather made her thoughts more chaotic. Soon, however, a message came from the rose on her shoulder.

Hearing what was said inside, Aniarra was slightly stunned, then whispered:

"Have him come here."

As she turned around, two figures appeared at the end of the silver path. One was the cunning and wretched Dragula. Aniarra recognized the markings on his body, and even knew the person.

Charon, a representative of the Iron Thorn Lord Kabal, who frequented the Shadow Hub, and also a boring and uninteresting thing like other men.

However, her attention was quickly drawn to the figure behind him. The man was more than a head taller than Charon, cloaked in black, as if he were a ghost. But for some reason, when he appeared, Aniarra felt the air temperature rise.

Charon carefully walked across the silver floating path. This soft, floating passage stretched straight as an arrow across the center of the Blood Gate. Anything that fell from here would fall endlessly until it crashed into the eternally burning core of the Gellan Sphere.

In the center of the arena, the paths converged into a disc, with a width from the center to the periphery no more than the outstretched arms of a normal person.

Fighting here was like dancing on the tip of a knife, the highest level of 'courtesy'.

Actually, Aniarra was very puzzled when she first heard that Charon was looking for her, but when she heard that he was bringing two gifts, she knew what was happening.

But now she was even more curious. How did the Iron Thorn Lord do it so beautifully? If they had such ability, why didn't they subvert Vect?

"Greetings, Lady Aniarra."