#che'moer

Working with light on this piece was incredibly challenging, and honestly, I don’t think I nailed it. But for now, this is the best I can do with my current drawing skills :'3

Many mortals and Astartes experience fear and an inexplicable calm when meeting the gaze of this grotesque corpse. His mysterious aura attracts some and oppresses others, filling their hearts with a sense of anxious inevitability, which the weak of spirit cannot bear. Migrazh is a steadfast follower of the Plague Grandfather, his hand in the darkness of the Dead Cosmos. He spreads not only diseases that decay the body but also ruin the souls, as his mysterious patron has decreed, the name of whom he does not utter, merely saying: “It is not yet time.” The fleets of Migrazh often operate alongside the host of the Black Sun, ensuring the Word Bearers' superiority in the void while hordes of fanatics ravage planets. After raids, Migrazh refuses material rewards, asserting that “The price has long been paid.”