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Neve. Be gone, Neve.

What else is there to say?

We failed.

At least he's dead.

Better that than letting him escape.

Better still if we had taken him alive.

I have led you badly of late.

But our next hunt will be different.

Aye. Let our quarry squirm like...

A shrask eel.

Do they squirm?

Very much so.

One of those, then.

They will not escape our grasp.

I am not worthy of your faith, old friend.

These days I... Enough self -pity. I must answer to Lord Carthelon.

Without knowing it, she is escaping your guardianship.

No thanks to you.

You should be holding her dangerous memories in check.

You need not remind me of our bargain.

Evidently, I must.

A much greater power than mine has hold of her tides.

I cannot prevent the deluge much longer.

And if you wish to speak of our terms, what of your pledge?

What of the treasure you promised?

You will have it.

But if need falls... Tides turn, Wolf of Sigmar.

I begin to wonder if this prize is worth the price of pain.

We both know the value of such a soul.

The fault is mine and mine alone.

I am ready to relinquish command.

You are where you need to be.

It is my most profound wish for that to be so.

It is not a question of wish or doubt.

It is the will of Sigmar.

We all have pasts, Black Talon. We all cast shadows.

But we are not our yesterdays. That is Sigmar's gift to us.

The blessing of his great forge.

But what if I... Neve, is it your place to question Sigmar's choices?

I would never presume.

And yet you do.

Do you imagine your past is darker than any other soul now clad in Sigmarite?

That your half -remembered darkness is bleaker than any of the burdens the rest

of us carry?

What if it is?

Darker than all others?

Tornus knows his past, my lord.

I do not. Shouldn't I know the sins that once stained my soul?

You are

wise.

I have my moments.

This will be a good hunt.

You still have the scent?

The flow around that sigil is no stranger to me now.

It is blood in the water, tainting the tide.

How close will you need to be to detect its presence?

Closer than I desire.

So be it.

We are Sigma's hunters.

It's his blade.

It's a wound.

Our foes can run.

but we will bring them down.

They can hide, but we will drag them into the light.

No one escapes the sons and daughters of the Storm God.

Your flight is over.

Still another.

Then our hunt has just begun.

How many of you are there?

We are merciful, but our mercy has its limits.

Take your mercy.

Burn it before me.

What do I care?

When the gods you serve come for your soul, you may find that you care deeply.

You may find that you wish you had turned to Sigmar for protection.

Protection?

Where was Sigmar's protection when it mattered?

Sigmar is blind to the tears of the grieving and deaf to their cries for

vengeance.

If it is how he wishes, so be it.

There are gods who hear the calls for revenge.

There are no answers for you on my tongue, nor in my heart.

Those you hunt, we do not know each other.

How did you get into the city?

Simple.

Easy.

Shadows.

You hear it too?

The darkness, it whispers, tells us where to go, what to do.

What did it tell you to do in Hamahal Aksha?

You took me before I knew.

You have nothing. You know nothing.

The whispers will become a murmur, a roar, a scream.

And you know nothing.

We are not closer to the truth.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

She told us more than she thought.

However many agents of the enemy are in Hamahal Aksha, they do not yet know what

they are here to do. Which means... We have time.

You think she spoke the truth?

We must assume the worst.

Multiple targets.

Protection must be arranged.

But for where?

Where they can wound the city most grievously.

The ports. The granaries.

The reservoirs.

The realm gates.

If the realm gate falls... Then,

Hamahal, Aksha, and Gyra fall with it.

Neither side of the city can survive without the other.

And if we lose Hamahal, we lose all the settlements beyond our walls that rely

on the city for aid.

The prisoner carried nothing more lethal than a dagger.

Tainted they may be, but how could any of them hope to destroy a realm gate?

The mark of ruin runs deeply.

I cannot divine its full nature. It is shrouded in impenetrable depths.

But I sense its vile strength.

Its potential to drown us in ruin.

So where does that leave us?

I will speak with Lord Karthalos of what we have learned.

And what we dread.

Then we hunt anew.

Hardly worth your attention, Great Aeternus.

It is the attention of others it will draw, and their attention matters.

Their attention?

Or hers?

You are fortunate that I like you, Therion.

Otherwise, I might gouge out your all -seeing eyes.

Ride out, my warriors.

Burn what stands and bleed what moves.

We need nothing but the brand of our passing.

So it begins.

I have received word that the stronghold of Ajiricus burns.

And one of the main trade routes, the Hamahal, lies closed.

All they left behind was their mark of ruin.

It must be a distraction.

The target is important, but not important enough.

Agreed. The enemy means to turn our eyes from the threat already within the city

walls. So we ignore the attack.

What about the townspeople? Hundreds are dying and the loss of such a trade

route. We may lose thousands more.

It is too late for a Jiricus.

Our forces in Hamahal are stretched thin.

Every blade we possess is on the city streets.

No one can approach the target sites without being examined for the sigil.

A great many mortals are being butchered in the wildlands beyond the city walls,

my lord. And they die in the God -King's name.

We cannot further deplete our garrison.

Hamahal must be our priority.

However... Distraction or not, there may be clues there regarding the nature of

our enemy.

You see the truth of it.

Go, Altrus.

Spread out. See what you can find. But be careful.

Nothing is as it seems with this foe.

Have no fear.

I'll kill the rest and then...

In this, all merit to you.

Defeated so easily.

He should never have chosen you.

By what right does such a creature as you judge Sigmar's chosen?

Sigmar?

What do you hope to gain from this skirmish? The city is too well defended.

I am not here to discuss Ham -Hal.

I think he's all ready.

I am here for you.

And you are here to meet your past.

My past.

I know you can sense it. There in the shadows.

It does not matter. But it does.

We are your past and your future.

Velachor awaits your return.

Velachor.

The realm gate.

No.

She draws close.

And what sweet misery it will be.

when he sees the fractured weakling you have become.

Remembrance is fealty need.

It

cannot

be.