Warhammer 40k: Chaos Reins

Deep beneath the surface of the plauge planet, hidden within a vast labyrinth of rusting catwalks and oozing pipework, lies the Plague Centurion Forge—a vile bastion of corruption and industry. Here, amidst the smog-choked gloom and choking rot, the Plague Centurions are birthed: towering monstrosities clad in corroded armor, powered by daemon engines and sealed with hexed iron. The air is thick with the stench of necrotic oil, curdled blood, and fungal decay. Great chains rattle endlessly overhead as molten ichor pours from bronze nozzles into grim assembly vats. Black fire casts flickering shadows that dance across the walls like screaming specters. The ground quakes with every pulse of the forge’s heart—an enormous, living furnace bound with flesh and rune.

The factory is a sprawling, grim structure made of blackened stone and rusted metal, with ominous smokestacks belching greenish fumes into the sky. Inside, the walls are lined with grotesque machinery, and the floors are slick with a mixture of oil and ichor.