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This angel carries no mercy. Only steel, weight, and a sentence carved into armor.

Andy Warhol with Debbie Harry working in ProPaint on the Amiga 1000

Necrons do not build monuments. They create instruments of domination. The Monolith is one of them.

“I’m still small, but I know this is war. Mom tells me not to look. But I do. On the red armor there is a face that doesn’t smile. It has fangs and a cold stare.

But the adults don’t run. So maybe it’s a good monster. I think it’s watching over us, making sure nothing bad comes our way again.”

Old wrath, cold resolve, no illusions. War has a master once again.

Heavy armor does not protect against fate. Each step sounds like a sentence already passed. They know luck will not come. They advance anyway.

Asleep within the sarcophagus, cut off from the world. The body is dead, the will endures. It is cold. But when they wake me, I remember only one thing: war.