War splintered the galaxy.
Planetfallers and factions now battle for control of the core world, Horus Prime
COMMANDER BOREN PRAX
LORD MARCUS ORN
PRIME ARMY SOLDIER
PRIME ARMY PRISON GUARD
The dying man dumped in the alley gave the zealot an epiphany.
“Hurry before someone sees.”
“Who is this?”
“A cosmic gift.”
“You have the Crimson Key?”
“Quickly while he still breathes!”
“What about Diomedes?”
“We serve the Dark …
“We aren’t so different,” Magus Diomedes said. “We both feel Morinth took advantage of these people in their greatest time of need.”
“You just tried to kill me and that War Hammer commander,” …
The cyborg affixed the Assassin’s Claw as he entered the medical suite.
“Patron Sylvus,” Venator said. “You’ve been outbid.”
“Fickle allegiances,” Sylvus mumbled. “The bane of diplomacy.”
“So it is.”