The war never ended. But the book grew heavier.
Roth smiled a thin, terrible smile. “The Mark of the Xenos describes the old predators. These are the new ones. Stealth strains. Infiltrators. They carry no pheromone signature. The Deathwatch’s auspexes won’t see them until it’s too late.” Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
“Hive Fleets learn,” Roth whispered. He produced a slender, barbed stiletto—a xenos artifact marked with a forbidden rune. “This is the Mark . Not a brand, but a resonance. A psychic echo left on any world the Devourer touches. It draws the stragglers. The new strains.” The war never ended
The Stain of Silence
Roth closed his eyes and pressed the data-quill to his own palm, carving the rune of the Mark into his flesh. “Let them see me. Let the Hive Mind know: the Inquisition watches. And we take notes.” “The Mark of the Xenos describes the old predators
“Tell me again why we are defiling this grave, Roth,” grumbled Watch-Captain Thorne of the Deathwatch. His black-armored form was a statue of disgust, the silver Inquisitorial I on his pauldron reflecting the sickly green sky.