Casual Floats

And behind him, all around him, the black armoured shapes of the bone-encrusted Space Marines pursued him silently.
They did not run, but they kept pace regardless, winnowing through solid objects like tendrils of smoke. They moved like a flock of ravens, like a pack of loping wolves, charging bulls and swooping angels, never still, always out of the corner of his eye or above him or behind him, keeping pace like his own shadow given flesh. They reached for him from metres away, and he could feel the scalding touch of their fingers regardless of how fast he ran.



Remorseless