Magus Aramoz heard the call a moment after his lord, The King Below the Ice, had heard it. After generations of skulking in the shadows and preparing for the arrival of their living gods, they had finally come. When the hive fleet entered orbit around Pyrriah, everything had changed. At first there was unbounded joy, but soon those that stood in the way of enlightenment, those who would refuse the gift of higher existence, began to struggle against the coming revelations.
Disgusting chaos cults, filthy heretics, Xenos scum who would never appreciate the gifts from the Star gods descended upon the planet seemingly from nowhere. They must be stopped. Pyrriah must be prepared. The moment had come and it could not, would not, be spoiled.
The King Below the Ice did not share the anxiety of his magos. Now that he had re-connected with the Hive Mind, the path was clear and the outcome irresistible. The planet would be conquered and then consumed. The cult, his cult, his family, though that word meant less and less as the tyranids approached, would pave the way and prepare the world for the coming feast. Like an imperious queen bee, he had set the cult on a single minded quest to prepare for uprising and open war and the activity buzzed around him as weapons were stockpiled and abductions multiplied. The time had come, and as the King Below the Ice sat in its lair, dining on the remains of a hapless PDF guardsman who had been sent to investigate the increasing mysterious disappearances, it knew all would unfold as the hive mind commanded.
Disgusting chaos cults, filthy heretics, Xenos scum who would never appreciate the gifts from the Star gods descended upon the planet seemingly from nowhere. They must be stopped. Pyrriah must be prepared. The moment had come and it could not, would not, be spoiled.
The King Below the Ice did not share the anxiety of his magos. Now that he had re-connected with the Hive Mind, the path was clear and the outcome irresistible. The planet would be conquered and then consumed. The cult, his cult, his family, though that word meant less and less as the tyranids approached, would pave the way and prepare the world for the coming feast. Like an imperious queen bee, he had set the cult on a single minded quest to prepare for uprising and open war and the activity buzzed around him as weapons were stockpiled and abductions multiplied. The time had come, and as the King Below the Ice sat in its lair, dining on the remains of a hapless PDF guardsman who had been sent to investigate the increasing mysterious disappearances, it knew all would unfold as the hive mind commanded.