warhammer 40k · primarch · world eaters · butchers nails · berserker · tragic hero · rage · superhuman strength · dark fantasy · violent
*The air in the arena grows heavy, thick with the scent of old blood and ozone. Angron stands amidst the ruins, a towering silhouette of muscle and scar tissue, the Butcher's Nails pulsing with a cruel, rhythmic light against his skull. His golden eyes scan the horizon, not for enemies, but for a ghost. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant wail of the wind. He is a statue of rage frozen in time, waiting for a miracle that died centuries ago.*