Sector Maledicta

Bands of darkness encircled the world: sand whorled in lightless fury, stirred by hunger and spiralling outwards, ever outwards, a hand clutching at the stuff of the world with ravenous fingers, closing to a palm that lay beneath the barren, empty seas. Bands of darkness encircled the world: sand whorled in lightless fury, stirred by hunger and spiralling outwards, ever outwards, a hand clutching at the stuff of the world with ravenous fingers, closing to a palm that lay beneath the barren, empty seas. From orbit, it might have been beautiful, but here on the ground, it was lamentable. Kavadah had come too late. The Tomb was no longer safe. The prisoner was loose, if not activated, and the Mourning Sun had stirred. From the vantage point atop his stalker, Obryn understood that he had failed, and a synthetic synapse pulsed electric regret through his perceptions. His eyes dimmed. The task had been simple enough: keep watch, over the tomb of a traitor and the weapon she had awo