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“Was it worth it?” the dwarf asked.

A silent, grey wave expanded outward. Where it passed, the repacked Skaven didn’t die—they reverted . They blinked. Squeaked in confusion. Tripped over their own tails. The beautiful, terrible efficiency collapsed into squabbling, frightened rats with rusted blades.

He smiled. “Repack this.”

He slammed his fist down on the detonator.

The repacked Skaven poured through the doors. Their eyes were uniform. Their movements, silent. Warhammer End Times Vermintide-REPACK

They cared about survival.

Sienna unleashed the Fire of Unmaking, but the front rank simply raised shields, let the heat wash over them, and advanced. Kruber swung until his arms screamed, but they just kept stepping into his blade, grinding him down by mass and precision. Kerillian’s arrows found throats, but there were always three more to take the formation slot. “Was it worth it

It began in the sewer-choked bowels of the keep. Saltzpyre heard it first—a dry, rhythmic scraping, like dice being shaken in a skull.

“It’s the repack,” Kerillian said, her voice hollow. “They’ve optimized. They’ve removed fear. Removed hunger. They’re not a tide anymore. They’re a protocol .” They blinked