The Webway shuddered as Imperial fleets tore through its veins.
The combined might of Shawn Newman's forces, Roboute Guilliman's Ultramarines, and Constantin Valdor's Custodes poured through in perfect coordination.
Each ship was heavy with the soul-born pressure of Haki, so concentrated that even the alien fabric of the Webway seemed to ripple.
The last time Shawn had set foot in Commorragh, his fury had been personal — a rampage born from the sight of human captives being torn apart for amusement.
That single incursion had left entire spires burning.
The Dark Eldar never forgot it.
This time… they were about to learn what vengeance looked like.
The Invasion
From the bridge of the Ember Vow, Shawn stood at the viewport, the sprawl of Commorragh's impossible city stretching in every direction.
Black towers like fangs bit into a poisoned sky.
Rivers of slave blood ran between streets filled with screaming captives.
Valdor's voice came through the command vox.
"Gate breaches confirmed. Custodes and Grey Knights are inside. Resistance heavy."
Guilliman's tone was measured but sharp.
"Their warriors are fast — faster than most Astartes. But they can't block what they can't predict."
Valen, his psychic aura blazing, stepped forward.
"Observation Haki projection is covering three sectors. Their movements are an open book to us."
Shawn nodded once.
"Then let's end this."
The Advance
The streets of Commorragh erupted in battle.
Custodes locked glaives with Incubi, their Armament Haki cutting through alien armor like paper.
Grey Knights burned swathes of wyches with psychic and Haki-infused strikes, their minds shielded from the Warp's poison.
Ultramarines advanced in phalanxes, their Observation Haki reading ambushes before they formed.
Shawn didn't march. He tore through the city like a living storm.
Spirit Projection erupted from his hands — twin blackened blades of Haki carving down whole squads of Kabalite warriors in single swings.
Every time he saw a human captive in chains, his Conqueror's Haki surged in a wave so violent that Dark Eldar within its reach collapsed — eyes wide with primal terror.
Fear Returns to Commorragh
The city remembered him.
Whispers spread faster than the fighting. The Flamebringer is here. The soul-crusher returns.
Even Archons hesitated to face him directly.
The last time, he had struck alone. Now, the galaxy's finest warriors fought at his side.
Guilliman's voice came over vox.
"Western spire cleared. Civilians secured. Minimal losses."
Valdor followed.
"Primary slave pens breached. Over thirty thousand freed. We press toward the heart."
The Rampage Unleashed
Then Shawn saw it — a courtyard where hundreds of chained humans knelt before a grotesque arena.
The Dark Eldar laughed as beasts tore into them for sport.
Everything went red.
Shawn's Conqueror's Haki exploded outward in a planetary-scale pulse, shattering glass and rupturing the senses of every Dark Eldar in the district.
The ground cracked under the weight of his presence.
Spirit Projection flared — his blades became whips, his whips became spears, each strike killing without hesitation.
He tore through the arena stands, cutting Archons in half, ripping apart their beasts with bare hands.
Valen's voice echoed distantly through the comms:
"He's beyond calculated movement now. This is pure will given form."
The Collapse of the Heart
The Imperial advance met in the central nexus of Commorragh.
Three forces converged — Shawn at the front, Guilliman hammering through their strongest defenses, Valdor dueling the city's last surviving Archon in a storm of golden light and blackened Haki.
Eristan's voice from the fleet above:
"Charges set. The central power spire will fall in five minutes."
Shawn raised a hand, still catching his breath — even with a Primarch's body, the rage-fueled onslaught had drained him.
"Then we take every last human before it does."
And they did.
The End of Commorragh's Reign
As the final slave was evacuated, the charges detonated.
The heart of Commorragh crumbled, entire districts vanishing into the void.
The city still existed — the Webway was too vast to destroy entirely — but its power was broken.
Shawn looked back only once.
"If they rebuild, we burn it again."