Necrons… Did these corrupted things even deserve the name? They scuttled forward, bladed tripod legs digging in the sand for purchase. Arms that had once held command staffs and gauss blasters were now given over to implanted blades. On one, Orikan swore he saw the defaced cartouche of a royal warden. Once they had been nobility, soldiers, guardians of empire. Now they were Destroyers, fallen to the madness that drove them to hate all living things.
