Sehkyr surveyed the now silent battlefield as the clouds above issued their protest with the victory won by the tide of brutality he had brought to this world. An offense had been made, a slaughter of people whom had been taken into his protection and it had been a slight he did not take lightly. Retribution had come in the form of a great world’s arrival; a celestial object had come to this world’s system and the void-battle that ensued consumed many of the chaos blighted vessels. What more, he had caught the old puppets of the Old Ones, the ones once known as Krorks and the others who had come the Aeldari. He had been told by the Nemesor that came with him they were from the dark city itself as well as the craftworlds. He had come here for retribution, but now he was staked into a conflict he cared little for.
The great war-striders had long since passed through here, directed by the crypteks to one of the cities that was held by the Immaterial blighted creatures who took residence. Their army had buckled beneath the weight of the war he had brought. Overhead, he knew that the black shape of a great vessel hid far above the clouds that gathered. He did not need to see it to know that his personal Tomb-Ship hung silently, watching his movements. The Lychguard who accompanied him had been sent to the front, to aid the nemesor as he himself looked upon the bodies of the broken. A stand had been made here or rather; it was about to have been made.
Their intervention here had bought the Aeldari time to escape through the webway portal that had been erected here. Sehkyr would have destroyed it had he come here for them, but the truth was far from that. Retribution was why he was here but there was another, a rumor that the tendril of the great devourer would arrive here as well. That was what had garnered the attention of an entire dynasty which still served the wishes and whims of the Triarch itself. He truly had no ambition for expansion as his tombworlds wandered the galaxy. Aimlessly.
As he stepped through, his gaze fell upon a figure unrecognized. His vision could see it clearly, a human creature, but his voice would not make the distinction. From his towering height, he looked down at the form that scavenged among the dead. Others might try to end this creature’s existence, but Sehkyr? He was curious as it was not often, he acquired a chance such as this. His strides were slow and deliberate, carrying him through the ravaged battlefield as the downpour of rain descended onto the landscape.
“Find what you’re looking for…” His voice called out, echoing and thunderous. “Amongst the dead, Flesh-creature?”
