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They crashed into the thrall horde like a meteor. Karn’s claws bisected three at once. Xavian’s chainsword whined as it chewed through crystal-ribcages. Vorek’s bionic arm transformed into a melta-cutter, vaporising thralls in white-hot arcs.

Zephyr was unscathed. But when he removed his glove, his right hand bore a single cerulean vein, pulsing faintly with the rhythm of a dead gravity signal. Warhammer 40K - Deathwatch - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf

He looked out the viewport at the lifeless ball of rock that was once Serekh Secundus. Somewhere in the darkness between stars, the gravity signal had gone silent. They crashed into the thrall horde like a meteor

He made it three hundred metres before the singularity tore open. The gravity-crystal, the neural matrix, the thousand-year harvest of human skulls—all of it collapsed into a fist-sized point of impossible darkness, then vanished with a thunderclap that shattered every crystal spire on Serekh Secundus. He looked out the viewport at the lifeless

Aldric’s voice came back, strained. “Can you destroy the crystal?”

Silence. Then Karn’s voice, savage with joy: “Then we give them something better to eat.” Karn ripped off his helmet. The ammonia-laced air seared his lungs, but he laughed. “Brothers, follow me. We’re going hunting.”

A figure stood at the intersection of two collapsed transit ways. Humanoid. Naked. Skin the colour of old ivory, but veined with glowing cerulean lines that pulsed in sync with the planet’s gravity signal. Its eyes were faceted, insectoid. Its fingers had fused into single chitinous talons.