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Octokuro adjusted the vox-caster, its red light painting her pale features in the hue of fresh blood. She was not Octokuro here, not really. She was the Witch . A captured Aeldari corsair, or so the title card read. Her skin was marked with jagged, ritualistic glyphs—spirit gum and latex, mostly—but the predatory gleam in her eyes was real enough.

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He touched her cheek. His nail was a sliver of diamond-sharp crystal. It drew a single bead of blood.

The drone’s light flickered. When it steadied, a shape stood in the shadows of the broken webway gate. Taller than a human. Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak whispering against the deck. A helm like a shrieking skull, its eyepieces twin points of crimson malice. She tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat

But the Drukhari are not a people who tolerate mockery.