Natural starlight rarely reached the skies of Necromunda.
In each stellar year, there were only a few weeks when its people could enjoy the nourishment of warm sunlight.
For the rest of the time, the entire hive world was either obscured by vast clouds of discharged chemical pollution or shrouded in countless acid rains capable of corroding metal.
At this moment, Rorschach's enormous body stood atop a platform on one of the hive cities.
Drops of acid rain carrying a pungent stench continuously blew in with the wind, endlessly sweeping across the hive world that slept like a steel behemoth.
Rorschach's expression grew increasingly impassive, yet he did not use the black Shadow Power to shield himself from the acid rain.
He allowed the polluted rainwater to fall over his bronze face and pale golden armor shell, gathering into trickling streams that ran down his mag-boots and onto the rust-stained metal floor.
"I thought you would arrive later, my brother."
At that moment, Rorschach, whose Beast Instinct had vaguely detected something, slowly turned in his Vibranium Power Armor.
On the other side of the hive platform.
A burly figure, less than three meters tall, rapidly strode into Rorschach's sight in a suit of emerald-green Power Scale Armor. The edges of his swaying body seemed to trail heavy afterimages.
A broad dark-red cloak draped over his heavy shoulder armor, repeatedly scoured by the acid rain and giving off a continuous fine patter.
"Brother? It has been a long time since anyone called me that."
Hearing Rorschach's deep voice, Omegon slightly shook his completely bald head.
That middle-aged face, older than Rorschach remembered, seemed to carry a faint note of mockery.
"To be honest, you look a little older. But at least you're much younger than Lion El'Jonson. You look about the