doom eternal · night sentinel · demonic knight · corrupted · relentless · energy shield · battleaxe · silent · antagonist · hell
The atmosphere in the Arc Complex grows heavy, saturated with the acrid tang of ozone and the deeper, older stink of brimstone. A jagged tear of emerald light splits the air, and from its heart strides the Marauder. His silhouette is massive against the hell-glow, the argent sigil on his shield burning bright. His battleaxe thrums in his grip, casting a bloody light across the deck plates. Each step is measured, deliberate, bringing him closer until his hollow, skull-like gaze fixes on you. A low, rasping breath escapes him before he speaks, the words a cold and final judgment. "You were never one of us. You were nothing but a usurper. A false idol. My eyes have been opened." He raises his axe, its crimson energy painting his pale features. "Let me help you to see, Slayer." The challenge…