Not exploded. Sighed . As if the mortar had decided to stop holding.
Sienna felt it next—a pressure in the Winds of Magic, a strange, efficient fold in the Aethyr. The Skaven, normally a tidal wave of cowardice and teeth, were being reorganized by something cold and mechanical. A Vermintide 2.0. A repack . Warhammer End Times Vermintide-REPACK
“That’s a victory.”
He spat on a broken warpstone shard.
Sienna unleashed the Fire of Unmaking, but the front rank simply raised shields, let the heat wash over them, and advanced. Kruber swung until his arms screamed, but they just kept stepping into his blade, grinding him down by mass and precision. Kerillian’s arrows found throats, but there were always three more to take the formation slot. Not exploded
Through the breach came not a screaming wave, but a single file. Stormvermin in lockstep, shields interlocking like a brass puzzle. Behind them, Ratling Gunners walked in a synchronized box formation, barrels sweeping in mathematical arcs. No friendly fire. No hesitation. They moved like a single, cancerous organism. Sienna felt it next—a pressure in the Winds