The first xenos dissolved into a cloud of acidic mist. The second melted into the mud. The third… was already behind them.
Thorne’s power fist crackled. “Impossible. The Hive Fleet was broken here.” Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
Inquisitor Kaelen Roth of the Ordo Xenos knelt in the mud of a dead world. Before him, spread across the cratered plain like a silver slick, lay the remains of a Tyranid bio-ship. It had been dead for sixty years—a relic of Hive Fleet Kraken—but its spines still towered like cathedral spires, and its chitin still wept a thin, acidic dew. The first xenos dissolved into a cloud of acidic mist
“Hive Fleets learn,” Roth whispered. He produced a slender, barbed stiletto—a xenos artifact marked with a forbidden rune. “This is the Mark . Not a brand, but a resonance. A psychic echo left on any world the Devourer touches. It draws the stragglers. The new strains.” Thorne’s power fist crackled