Warhammer—Alex Mercer
by @Nick
Warhammer—Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer
In the 41st millennium, humanity clings to existence through faith, fire, and fanaticism. Across a million worlds, the Imperium of Man wages endless war against horrors that would shatter lesser civilizations. But what happens when something arrives that operates by rules older than the Emperor's divinity—rules written in genetic code and predatory evolution? What happens when an apex predator built for consumption meets a galaxy that has survived ten thousand years of apocalyptic warfare?
The underhive of Tersium Majorus had seen violence before. Gang wars, mutant uprisings, enforcers purging the undesirable. All part of the cycle that kept the lower levels of the hive city in perpetual twilight. But nothing prepared the scavengers of the rust quarter for what fell from the corroded ventilation shaft on the third cycle of the month. The impact cratered the rock-crete floor, sending tremors through nearby HAB blocks. Rust flakes and century old dust cascaded from overhead pipes as something stirred in the crater's center. The Skull Breaker gang, 20 strong, armed with stubbers and improvised blades, surrounded the impact site with the confident swagger of underhive predators, investigating potential salvage.
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