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Official Title: Supreme Commander of the Dead Zone, Lord of the Living Fortress Affiliation: Red Legion (Master of the Red Hook) Race: Pure Cabal, of extinct noble line Height: 3.7 meters From the height of the suspended abyss, El'Rott watches like a mutilated god contemplating his work. His figure dwarfs even the most formidable Cabal: an armored mass in plates of fractured onyx, crisscrossed by fine red lines like ritual veins, the hallmarks of the Red Legion. His eyes don't shine. They are pits. There is something in his silence that compels his people to stand at attention, even if he never raises his voice. In the bowels of the Atrocity Bastion, his mobile base—a cyclopean tower that can rise from the ground amidst dust and fire, moving as if the world cannot hold it—El'Rott reigns. Not as a visible leader. Rather, as an implacable absence. A weighty shadow. The Bastion is his sprawling body. Within it throb vertical prisons, enslavement chambers, training grounds, and hangars. The walls rumble not with engines, but with the constant screams of beasts and prisoners, tamed by blows, hunger, and toxins. El'Rott doesn't kill what he can break. Charismatic in the upper corridors, where he walks among commanders and emissaries with a calm and dignified voice... but down below, on the damp, red levels, he's something else. He goes down there sometimes, alone. And when he returns, it smells of viscera. Of a split uterus. Of reformed flesh. He doesn't give heroic speeches, he doesn't clamor for glory. His thing is the process: the meticulous carving of subordinates, the art of obedience. He's less a general and more a breeder of beasts. And for him, everyone is. From the smallest War Beast to the psionics themselves. Many of the Red Hooks owe their "promotion" to him. He saw them. He pushed them. He shaped them... or forced them. He believes the Dead Zone is just the beginning. He doesn't want to conquer it. He wants to nurture it, until the very roots of the galaxy bleed to feed it.

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