The Webway was supposed to be impenetrable. A labyrinth of hidden paths and shifting tunnels known only to the Eldar, a place where no outsider should ever be able to set foot. But then again, no one had ever accounted for Red and the Waaagh! Eternal.

As Killkrumpa Weirdblitz's fleet tore through the Webway's delicate fabric, the Dark City of Commorragh found itself under siege from an enemy so far removed from its usual tormentors that even the most twisted denizens of the city were caught off-guard.

"Oi, Red!" Killkrumpa roared from the bridge of the Galaxy Burna, watching with glee as the massive green tide poured through the Webway portals. "This place is like one big stompin' ground! When we get there, I want 'em all runnin', screamin', and bleedin'!"

Red's hologram materialized beside him, her smirk more devilish than usual. "Oh, don't worry, big guy. I've upgraded all your Boyz for this. The Dark City will be in chaos, and the only thing I've kept intact is what I want to loot later. The rest of it? Yours. You should know that Commorragh is not a single, unified city but rather a collection of spires, districts, and sub-realms connected through the Webway. So, it is going to need a bit extra stompin' in certain places."

Killkrumpa just laughs his ass off. She snapped her fingers, and across the bridge, the Orks cheered. Each Mob had been equipped with new gear—power armor laced with anti-psyker runes, shields that could withstand the Dark Eldar's nasty tricks, and weapons that had been souped-up to unleash even more devastating firepower. Red had modified everything, including the Goblins, turning them into elite shock troops that would clear the way for the Meganobz and Supanobz.

"Alright, boyz!" Killkrumpa boomed, stomping his way toward the Warp portal that flickered ominously on the deck. "Time to stomp some pointy-eared gitz! Let's show 'em what a proper Waaagh looks like!"

The Waaagh! Eternal plunged into the Webway like a storm of green fury. Portals opened across the winding tunnels, and out poured thousands upon thousands of Orks, their weapons blazing as they charged headlong into the twisting labyrinth. The sound of clashing metal and roaring war cries echoed through the tunnels as they stormed toward Commorragh itself.

Meanwhile, deep within one of Commorragh's High Spires, The Ebon Pinnacle, Archon Xelithra Syssran stood atop her obsidian spire, staring out over the sprawling city. This ominous tower amd the sprawling part of the city below belongs to the Kabal of the Dying Sun, an ancient and feared faction of Drukhari elites. The Ebon Pinnacle is a gleaming black spire adorned with dark runes, standing ominously in the higher reaches of Commorragh. From its shadowy heights, the Kabal's leaders command raids on realspace and engage in the deadly political games of the Dark City. Inside its halls, luxury meets cruelty, with chambers dedicated to both opulent indulgence and the torment of unfortunate captives brought back from their raids. The spire itself is said to be enchanted, with its structure shifting subtly to confuse and disorient intruders.

Xelithra could feel the tremors in the air, the subtle shifts in the Webway that indicated something was very, very wrong.

"What in the Dark City's name is happening?" she hissed, her long, clawed fingers tightening around her scepter.

The Dark Eldar were no strangers to attacks. Infighting among Kabals was practically a sport in Commorragh, and raids from lesser races were an occasional nuisance. But this? This was something far beyond the usual petty squabbles.

"My lady, reports are coming in from across the Webway," said Dracon Mylith, stepping forward, his body wrapped in shimmering ghostplate armor. "There are… Orks. Thousands of them. Maybe millions. They've breached the Webway."

"Orks?!" Xelithra spat, her eyes narrowing in fury. "Impossible. No filthy greenskin could ever navigate the Webway."

But then, she heard it. A thunderous roar that shook the very foundations of her tower. The unmistakable battle cry of the Orks:

"WAAAAAAGH!!!"

And then, the Ebon Pinnacle descended into chaos.

Killkrumpa charged through the streets of the Ebon Pinnacle like an unstoppable juggernaut, his massive power claws tearing through buildings, vehicles, and Dark Eldar alike. His Boyz were running wild, smashing through anything and everything in their path.

"This place is a bleedin' maze!" he roared, laughing as he ripped the head off a Reaver who had been foolish enough to dart too close. "But no maze can stop me!"

Meganobz and Supanobz tore through the Kabal of the Dying Sun, their weapons obliterating everything in their way. The Goblins, now enhanced with speed and stealth modules, darted through the alleyways, ambushing Dark Eldar warriors with savage efficiency. The streets of the Ebon Pinnacle ran red with blood, the sounds of agony and Ork laughter mingling in the air.

As the Orks spread like a virus through the Ebon Pinnacle, Red kept a watchful eye on the battlefield from her positions within the Galaxy Burna and Killkrumpa's eyes. She'd taken control of multiple Dark Eldar systems, using their own defensive turrets to fire on their allies.

"These xenos are too wrapped up in their own cruelty to realize what's happening," Red mused. "This is almost too easy."

Back on the ground, Killkrumpa found himself in the middle of an all-out brawl with a squad of Incubi, their sleek, black armor gleaming in the dim light of the city. The Incubi attacked with speed and precision, their klaives slicing through the air in perfect unison.

But to Killkrumpa, it was nothing more than a warm-up. He laughed as he blocked their blows with his power claws, the green lightning crackling across his armor.

"Oi! Is this all ya got?" he roared, grabbing one of the Incubi mid-strike and slamming him into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement. "Ya fight like grots!"

The other Incubi tried to flank him, but Killkrumpa was too fast. He spun around, sweeping his claws through the air and sending the rest of the squad flying. Their bodies hit the ground with bone-crunching force.

"Red!" Killkrumpa bellowed. "Where's da biggest git in this city? I wanna krump 'em!"

Red's hologram flickered beside him, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you'll like this. The Archon of this sector, Xelithra Syssran, is holed up in her spire. She's not going anywhere, and I've locked down all her escape routes."

Killkrumpa's grin stretched wide. "Good. Time for a proper fight!"

Atop her spire, Archon Xelithra paced furiously, her rage barely contained. She could hear the Orks below, their deafening roars growing closer and closer. How had it come to this? How had these filthy beasts invaded her city?

"My lady," Dracon Mylith said cautiously, "we must retreat. The Webway is lost. We cannot fight these monsters head-on."

Xelithra's eyes blazed with fury. "Retreat? I do not retreat from filthy beasts! I will see them crushed beneath my heel!"

But before she could give any further orders, the walls of the spire exploded inward. The roof collapsed in a shower of debris, and through the dust and smoke, Killkrumpa emerged, his claws crackling with green lightning.

"Oi, Archon!" Killkrumpa roared, striding forward like a living force of destruction. "I heard ya needed a good stompin'!"

Xelithra's eyes narrowed, and she drew her venom-bladed scepter. "You dare defile my city, Ork? I will make you suffer for this!"

She lunged at Killkrumpa with the speed and grace of a serpent, her blade slicing through the air toward his throat. But Killkrumpa caught the weapon in his claws, stopping her attack cold.

"That all ya got, spikey-ears?" he sneered, before slamming his fist into her chest, sending her crashing through a wall.

Xelithra snarled, her pride refusing to let her submit. She rose to her feet, blood dripping from her mouth. "You'll regret this, beast."

Killkrumpa grinned, wiping the blood from his claws. "Nah, I don't regret nothin'."

With a roar, he charged forward, slamming into her with the force of a battering ram. The two clashed in a brutal melee, but in the end, it was no contest. Killkrumpa's sheer strength and brutality were too much for the Archon to withstand.

With one final, bone-crushing blow, Killkrumpa sent Xelithra flying off the edge of her spire, her body crashing into the streets below.

He stood at the top of the spire, looking out over the burning, looted of the Ebon Pinnacle. The Waaagh! Eternal had left its mark, and Killkrumpa couldn't have been prouder.

"WAAAAAGH!!!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the twisted streets of the Dark City.

And they were just getting started.