Rise and witness, for you are awake. Be restless my underling, see how your talons are not yet soaked in the enemy's thin ichor. Those vacuoles of water and carbon who have tainted these hallowed star-nests. Fornicating, replicating, spreading millennia of spiritual contamination. Pray always, warriors of mine, unto the Prodt-Urwa, and you shall receive their blessing. More than one billion years of divine rage burns within our mantle. Tend these flames, and soon the plains of stone will again be silent and still, and Ankuantaukili will be so pleased with you.

Rendered with Cycles, March 2024