Below the text, he pressed his bleeding palm to the vellum. The mark glowed once, then faded.
Inquisitor Kaelen Roth of the Ordo Xenos knelt in the mud of a dead world. Before him, spread across the cratered plain like a silver slick, lay the remains of a Tyranid bio-ship. It had been dead for sixty years—a relic of Hive Fleet Kraken—but its spines still towered like cathedral spires, and its chitin still wept a thin, acidic dew. Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
Thorne raised his combi-bolter. “Then we burn them now.” Below the text, he pressed his bleeding palm to the vellum
The first xenos dissolved into a cloud of acidic mist. The second melted into the mud. The third… was already behind them. Below the text