The Death of Time
To the galactic north of Fenris, Hrud overrun the shrine world of Damhal. Drawn to the rich veins of crystallised time in the world’s many stasis-crypts,
the chronophagic xenos wreak havoc. Regiments of Mordian Iron Guard deployed to fight them become wizened ancients within hours, and even a strike
force of the Sons of Medusa is lost, overwhelmed by entropy. Two Watch Companies from Keep Extremis join the fight. They are accompanied by a
mighty spearhead of no less than eight Dreadnoughts. It is these ancients who lead the final strike upon the Hrud world warren, enduring the creatures’ parasitic aura long enough to slaughter their leaders and collapse their tunnels. Recovered from the field of victory, the Dreadnoughts are found to be rusted, inert, silent. Inside their sarcophagi, their biological remains are gone, reduced to nothing but dust.
To the galactic north of Fenris, Hrud overrun the shrine world of Damhal. Drawn to the rich veins of crystallised time in the world’s many stasis-crypts,
the chronophagic xenos wreak havoc. Regiments of Mordian Iron Guard deployed to fight them become wizened ancients within hours, and even a strike
force of the Sons of Medusa is lost, overwhelmed by entropy. Two Watch Companies from Keep Extremis join the fight. They are accompanied by a
mighty spearhead of no less than eight Dreadnoughts. It is these ancients who lead the final strike upon the Hrud world warren, enduring the creatures’ parasitic aura long enough to slaughter their leaders and collapse their tunnels. Recovered from the field of victory, the Dreadnoughts are found to be rusted, inert, silent. Inside their sarcophagi, their biological remains are gone, reduced to nothing but dust.
crystallised time
crystallised time