The armor of the Earthblood seeped primal rage in the form of melting iron and dripping magma.
Around each of these lost souls could be heard the voices of demons and ghosts. No words were spoken from their burning faces, but reality rippled as the voices of the warp broke into real space.
Like the heat-blast of a burning turbine bends the air behind it, reality rippled around each of the devoted sons.
Armor plates cracked like brittle volcanic stone, giving rise to sulfuric fumes and seeping warpfire. Khorne's wrath made flesh.
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