Among the cryptek conclaves, the Plasmancers are the harbingers of destruction, adepts who have bent the raw fury of plasma and living lightning to their will. Where a Technomancer preserves, a Plasmancer annihilates, channelling the same forbidden sciences toward the wholesale immolation of the necrons' enemies. They are walking conduits of stellar energy, their frames wreathed in arcs of blinding power that spit and writhe as if eager to be unleashed.
In battle a Plasmancer unleashes torrents of coherent energy that scorch through armour and flesh alike, and its signature weapon calls down a living lightning that does not strike a single target but leaps hungrily from victim to victim, forking through a packed formation until whole squads lie blackened and still. The plasma seems almost sentient in its malice, seeking out the living with an eagerness that unsettles even hardened opponents, and the searing after-image of a Plasmancer's assault lingers in the eyes of any who survive it.
Such adepts embody the necrons' absolute command over energy in its most destructive forms, a mastery refined over sixty million years and more. A Plasmancer does not trouble itself with subtlety or mercy; it exists to reduce the foe to ash and vapour, and it applies that purpose with the patient, methodical cruelty that marks all its cold and ancient kind.
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