NECROCYBORG DREADMARKS

They do not stalk, they do not hunt - they simply appear. No one knows how the Dreadmarks choose their victims. Some claim it's random. Others whisper that the Necrocyborg machine-minds record the echo of every death ever caused by their empire... and when a name resonates with that ancient frequency, the Dreadmarks come to collect it. To mortal eyes, they flicker between realities - silhouettes of cold geometry, half-submerged in another dimension. Their arrival brings silence, the kind that feels like the universe holding its breath. And then the mark appears: a burning pattern of alien data crawling over flesh, armor, and soul alike. Once branded, there is no running. No wall, no void, no sanctuary can obscure what has already been seen. The Dreadmarks do not aim. They do not miss. The moment they acknowledge your existence is the moment it ends. Even among the Necrocyborg legions, they are avoided - for they are not soldiers, but omens. The flicker of their optics is a prelude