NECROCYBORG HEXARCH

He is one of the very few lords of the Eternal Machine who still walk on legs they built for themselves. Long ago, before life on the world that would one day produce humanity had learned to be more than a single cell, the Hexarch was flesh. A lord of a living empire, as all of them were then. He met an enemy whose mind was a weapon and whose saber was its edge. The blade passed through armour, through flesh, and through the assumption that he would die. It severed him at the waist. He did not…

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