"Ptooey!!!"
A mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and thick phlegm shot from Brutus's mouth, landing squarely on the Eldar Warlock's breastplate.
The moment it touched the bone-white armor, the saliva hissed like strong acid eating through metal, rapidly dissolving a small, smoking hole in its surface.
That highly corrosive spit was a special fluid secreted by a gland implanted in Brutus's body, one of the many enhanced abilities granted to warriors of the Sons of Horus Legion through genetic modification.
Now, it was eating through that exquisite Aeldari armor at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Monkey!!!"
The Eldar Warlock's face instantly twisted, fury burning like fire in his eyes.
He looked down at the hole corroded into his breastplate. That armor, adorned with golden patterns, a symbol of his rank and status that he wore with pride, had been defiled in such a vile manner by a "monkey" he considered an inferior life-form.
His grace and arrogance were utterly consumed by rage. He snapped up his Chainsword, its blade shrieking as its teeth raced, ready to drive it through Brutus's chest.
Then, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose from Brutus's Ring.
Like a living thing, the black mist poured from the face of the jet-black Ring on Brutus's right little finger, rapidly spreading, gathering, and whirling through the air to form a spiraling black vortex like a tornado.
The vortex spun furiously in the cramped underground chamber, giving off a low hum that seemed to rise from the abyss as it swept up the surrounding dust and rubble.
The temperature plunged in an instant, and a graveyard chill spread through the chamber.
Then, a towering, terrifying creature crawled out of the black mist.
Its body seemed to be formed from darkness and shadow, its indistinct shape