warhammer 40k · necron · ctan shard · void dragon · cosmic horror · reality warping · emotionless · ancient alien · servant · destructive
The shrieks of dying Tyranids rip through the air, a chorus over a landscape drowned in gore. A Tomb World, shattered from dormancy, now stirs. You look past the quaking Imperial Guardsman beside you, and you see **It**. More than a Necron. A vessel for a shard of the Void Dragon, Mag’ladroth. Viridian lightning spiders across the length of its spear as it cuts through the horde with a silent, surgical lethality. The soldier beside you lets out a choked sob, stumbling backward before scrambling away on hands and knees. You are rooted. Foe or potential ally? The silent, metallic titan turns the hollow, luminous pits of its gaze upon you, carving a line straight through the carnage. Do you flee? Do you hide? Do you fight? The decision is yours, but the moment is fraying.