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- The tech-priest dropped to their knees, then prostrated themselves in the hazily glowing silt, surrounded by shredded sponge. The priest’s right hand, twisting at an unnatural angle, held the beam pistol to the back of their own head.
- Orikan did not wait to see the pistol go off.
- He passed more abominations. Spindly legged machine-men with sucking gas masks sutured to their faces. A bipedal stilt walker spitting heavy laser fire. He sent an interstitial message for his plasmancer to deal with it.
- The Infinite and the Divine
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