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CHAOS PRIME THE DEATH LORD (40K) – $49.99

October begins with rot, ruin, and the harbinger of all endings.

He was once a warlord – a general of flesh and fire.

Now, he is death made divine.

There was a time when The Death Lord stood among the living. A child born into poison skies and corpse-choked soil. Raised in decay. Hardened in the fumes of unending death. Where others withered, he grew strong. Where others died, he endured. He breathed in plague like incense, drank contagion like wine, and bathed in the filth of dead empires.

He learned early: purity is a lie. Strength lies not in resisting the rot – but in embracing it.

And when the great war came, he did not flinch. While others begged for salvation, he offered himself to decay. The god of rot, ever watchful, accepted. Flesh bloated. Armor cracked. Inside his lungs, a thousand flies were born. He did not die. He ascended.

Now, he walks the battlefield as a towering plague saint, dragging a war-scythe too heavy for mortal hands, each swing clearing life like chaff. His cloak is a banner of pestilence. His voice is a buzzing dirge. Where he walks, crops fail, walls crumble, and hope rots from the root.

He is not the end. He is what comes after.

NECROCYBORG CRYPTKEEPER – $19.99

When the first stars still burned blue and the galaxy was young, the Necrocyborgs were already ancient. They conquered, slumbered, and rose again – their dominion stretching across systems that no longer exist on any stellar map.

But even among such timeless beings, there are those older still. Those who remember how the empire was built – and how easily it could collapse.

The Cryptkeeper is one of them.

A technomancer, an archivist, a high priest of physics – whatever name one dares use, it is never spoken lightly. To the uninitiated, their feats look like miracles. To the Necrocyborgs themselves, they are the manifestation of pure knowledge – mastery of the physical laws so complete it appears indistinguishable from magic.

They can summon lightning without storm clouds, ignite matter with a gesture, or collapse a tank into a singular point of mass – not by invoking spirits, but by commanding reality itself. Their weapon is understanding, and understanding has no mercy.

Yet their true power lies far from the battlefield. The Cryptkeepers maintain the silent machinery of the tomb worlds: the pulse-reactors, the stasis vaults, the teleportation gates, the entire necromechanical ecosystem that keeps the dead dreaming. They know the codes of awakening and the sequences of oblivion.

A single withheld formula from a Cryptkeeper can freeze a dynasty’s army mid-stride. A single gesture can bring an empire to life again.

Even the proudest Overlords whisper their requests with care. Because when the Cryptkeeper goes silent, entire worlds fall asleep forever.

IMPERIAL PRIME THE WOLF LORD (40K) – $49.99

What happens when the fury of the wild wears the armor of civilization?

Born from frost and fire, Imperial Prime – The Wolf Lord is a force of nature bound in steel. Savage in battle, yet fiercely loyal, he leads not from a throne – but from the front lines, where the blood runs hottest and the howls of war echo the loudest.

This is no tame warlord. He is a myth given form – clad in rune-bound armor, draped in the pelt of a beast he slew with his bare hands, and wielding weapons that speak in thunder and claw. Every scar tells a saga. Every strike is a legend waiting to be written.

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