As the Gluttons drew close to the Regal's Noctilith Crown it exploded sending a pillar of emerald-tinged flame skyward. The blast consumed Death Guard and Tyranid alike however a familiar terror screeched amid the burning pyre and leapt upon the disgustingly resilient warriors: Volucris.
Groove is in the hearrrrrrrrt.
~Traumatised and defective Gluto Str…