Hive in the Underhive
The Victory
At the centre of the chaos, the Deathwatch held firm.
They had seized the main platform with cold, surgical precision. Power swords crackled, bolters boomed. The Marines moved like veterans of a thousand wars — unshaken, unstoppable.
The Sergeant secured a Power Cone into a reinforced case while his brothers stood watch. A xeno lunged from the shadows — and was reduced to pulp by a single bolt round.
Extraction was called.
But as they prepared to withdraw, larger beasts emerged. Hulking xenoforms, faster and stronger than expected, fell upon the squad. Even ceramite could not stop their claws.
To the horror of the retreating gangs, the remaining Astartes were torn apart.
Although some objectives were met.
Victory was in the talons of the enemy.


































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