Thorne fired.
The Stain of Silence
Roth closed his eyes and pressed the data-quill to his own palm, carving the rune of the Mark into his flesh. “Let them see me. Let the Hive Mind know: the Inquisition watches. And we take notes.” Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
The war never ended. But the book grew heavier.
Helix collapsed, clutching her ears. “They’re not roaring. They’re… calculating.” Thorne fired
Veridian Secundus, Eastern Fringe
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. Let the Hive Mind know: the Inquisition watches
Thorne raised his combi-bolter. “Then we burn them now.”