Iron Marauders
The Warsmith looked on, over the burning fields and crumbling cities laid to ruin by the Iron Marauders, a bitter and merciless vengeance made manifest. From behind him, through the thick smoke of the battlefield, a colossal Maulerfiend, its monstrous frame rivaling that of a Dreadnought emerged. Its approach was heralded only by the guttural growls of warp-forged hunger and the thunder of its heavy, clawed steps.
The daemon engine halted before its master, warp-fire coiling in its maw, seething and eager for slaughter. It awaited only a single command, a mere gesture of the Warsmith’s axe to be unleashed upon the broken survivors.
Massive thanks to @meduzartist for this epic showcase of Tharrax!
