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ENDGAME Ω THE WALKER BETWEEN

Appearance

Endgame's shadowy form arrives in the doorway. His bulk fillS it. His massive form is covered in a dark grey cloak. His hands are gauntletted in iron and his feet shod in dark hard boots.

He treads slowly, steadily towards you...

Your eyes scan from feet to body to ... head, a head entirely encased in a matt grey helm. Your eyes are drawn to his. Those endless pools, sometimes dark sometimes luminous, reflect the worlds and dimensions which they weirdly perceive.

A question arises in your mind. "Why is his face hidden? What does he see?"

Beneath his soft grey cloak something rustles and moves. Small inhuman, alien jointed limbs click against his armoured form. Little mouths drink in the sounds, smells and spark of life, shivering with unnatural hunger.

His gravelly, pained, contra-bass voice swells in your ears

"WHO SEEKS ENDGAME?"

Something small and spider like drops from in his coat to the floor and scuttles towards you. A broadsword appearing from some other place slips into his gauntletted right hand. The warning smell of ozone accompanies the crackling play of blue lightning across the swords edge.

Around you the air pulses with energy

The Walker Between covers the metres between you in one unbelievable step. He looks down at you... a seam appears down the vertical middle of his... mask. With a hiss the helm opens. You want to look away but his mailed hand holds your head in a grip of irresistable strength.

And then you see his fa...ce....