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Imagine an image in the style of cinematic photorealism: Deep inside an ancient, derelict voidship, a female Culexus Assassin stalks the last survivor of a doomed psyker coven. Her black bodysuit clings like liquid shadow, an engineered masterpiece of silent death. But it is her helmet that dominates the scene—a smooth, featureless obsidian shell, its crimson optics burning with anti-light. Her gauntleted hand reaches forward, and a pulse of sheer emptiness ripples outward. The psyker claws at his own head, his mind dissolving in pure terror as the Assassin drinks in his final, panicked thoughts, his soul unmade before his body crumples into the dust of ages.