Apologies, guys, yesterday's ROP WIP post was posted by mistake. Now, let's properly present the real horror:
Reality doesn't just bend - it obeys.
They are the chosen anchors of distortion, the ones who channel the unthinkable logic of their god's will. Their officer speaks truths that unravel thought. The flag they carry is no symbol - it is a sigil of mutation, a wound in the shape of loyalty. The one who operates the vox doesn't transmit messages. he injects chaos into distance. Their so-called "medic" doesn't heal the wounded - he reconfigures them. And the bearers of sacred weapons - plasma, melta, flamer - carry arms so corrupted, they fire not heat or energy, but ruptures across reality itself.
They do not lead with strategy. They command through disintegration of certainty.
These sketches are just the surface. The real horror is still coalescing.
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