Ad Finitum
Eight feathers left, their multichromatic lustre slowly turning ashen grey. A feather falls, drifting away on unseen winds. The flesh hound runs not from the crimson corpse mounds crumbling into nothingness…
Eight feathers left, their multichromatic lustre slowly turning ashen grey. A feather falls, drifting away on unseen winds. The flesh hound runs not from the crimson corpse mounds crumbling into nothingness…
The heavy bolter thunders, eye-smiting flares belching from the barrel, the grips skinning palms already red-raw and slicked with blood. The fusillade is devastating; her skull throbs, her eyes burn…
Rezdek watched in confusion as the ship pulled away from the void-scarred moon. “Dey’ll be back, I reckin.” He said to himself, of course there was no atmosphere, so he didn’t…
From the flames, a single ship darts out into the void. A single golden shard lost to the darkness, as the last Craftworld falls. Alone at the helm, Arhanas fights…
The air was a thick soup of infestation. Tyrannocytes punctured the storm-wracked skies of Segmentum Solar. Microscopic nano-spores swirled in every breath.
Amadeus stared at the blank parchment, unused ink and quill beside it. He felt his stomach tighten, ever-familiar anxiousness filling him. The emptiness of the page threatened to swallow him.…
The last stasis bed failed, and the dying machine spirit released the sleeping form of Tahimik. An aching head and the incessant pinging of a cogitator alert pulled her from sleep.…
He stands alone, the sun at his back. Though deep underground, he still feels its warmth. Once it raged, shining its light across the galaxy. Now it wanes, guttering in…
I can’t help but laugh.I shake my head and smile a weary smile through cracked lips. The hopelessness of it all keeps the grin on my face a moment longer.…
One hundred years ago, I died upon the petal strewn fields of fair Myiathra where I felt no sorrow. For that century I was at one with the abiding spirits…