“It came…uh, “walkin’” through the portal that’d been the psyker’s head a moment ago, and it had 5, no, 6 arms! And it had all these eyes! It looked like it was made o’ three things, two blue an’ a pink one and they was shrieking and tearing at one another, vomiting up crystals, and made o’ fire! It makes my ‘ead hurt just thinkin’ about the noises it was makin’…”

A Guardsman’s firsthand encounter with a warp entity following a psychic mishap involving the unit’s psyker.

(this is just a small part of a larger image I’m working on that I liked enough to make it it’s own thing)