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“The Mad Phaeron’s Descent” A Narrative Battle Report from the Pharia Nexus The screams of the dying from Outpost Auric‑7 had barely faded when the Red Corsairs descended upon Dig Site Kharon‑Delta — a half‑unearthed ruin containing blackstone fragments and unstable pylon mechanisms. The renegades sought to strip the site of anything valuable before Imperial reinforcements returned. But fate had another plan. Far below the moon’s crust, ancient chronometric devices stirred. Buried sensor pylons lit with sickly green light. And a tomb complex older than humanity awoke. The Ithakas Dynasty, long dormant, had detected the disturbance. Their ruler — the half‑mad Overlord Phaeron Oltyx, known for unstable subroutines and violent logic‑loops — initiated awakening protocols. And with him rose his favored executioner: Skorpekh Lord Drazak, the “Flayer King.” Both desired the same thing. Not relics. Not territory. Revenge for the violation of Necron soil. ⚔️ The Necron Host Marches The ground cracked open as the attackers emerged in perfect, terrible formation: Phaeron Oltyx himself, wreathed in emerald light Drazak the Flayer King, scythe dripping with phase distortion A stoic bodyguard of Lychguard A stalking Hexmark Destroyer, optics glinting Two units of Lokhust Heavy Destroyers Two packs of Ophydian Destroyers, skittering beneath the dust Two brutal squads of Skorpekh Destroyers, blades humming The deathless marched with mechanical inevitability toward the Corsair encampment. 🔥 Red Corsairs Prepare for the Siege Lord Balor, miraculously restored from warp‑dispersal only days earlier, gathered a hardened strike group. From raiders and cutthroats to elite chosen of the Legion, he assembled: Lord Balor himself, crackling with balefire A squad of Chosen, hungry for glory Cultists, chained to their guns Legionnaires, eager to reclaim worth A Possessed warpack The Warpsmith Vanthex Rhino transports and Predator support Balor intended not merely to plunder — but to hold the dig site and carve a victory that would impress even Huron Blackheart. He would soon learn the folly of challenging the ancient dead. The Fall of the Red Corsairs From the ridges, the remaining Lokhust Destroyers trained their guns on the Chaos lines. They fired. The Rhino exploded into molten scrap. The Legionnaires charged — and their gods judged them wanting. Their bodies convulsed as warp‑mouths opened beneath them, sucking them into screaming nothingness. The cultists fled. The Possessed were dead. The Predator crippled. The Corsairs shattered. The warpsmith Vanthex fled the field, cursing the Emperor and the Necrons alike. 🏆Necron Victory When the smoke cleared, Phaeron Oltyx stepped into the dig site, scanning the pylon fragments with erratic yet calculating optics. “Recover the blackstone. Secure the vault. Leave no organic trace.” His will was law. The Ithakas Dynasty reclaimed the site with merciless efficiency, their unliving forms moving like a metal tide over the blood‑soaked ground. The Red Corsairs had come seeking plunder. Instead, they found the cold, unyielding fury of an empire older than stars. In the darkness below, the pylon fragments hummed once more. The Nexus was awakening. And the Necrons now controlled another piece of the puzzle.