A super short and sweet amuse-bouche (or rather amuse-oeil) with the lead Navigator of Perturabo's flagship recounting their journey "threading the needle" through the Eye of Terror after the playdate the primachs of the Iron Warriors and Emperor's Children ended in tears.

A nice, creepy monologue that threads that needle of seeming okay, while hinting at just how harrowing the effects of the warp were on them told from the dungeons they are now kept in between voyages where they whisper blasphemous secrets into Perturabo's dreams though he doesn't hear them. Just a wonderfully unsettling mutant whose mind and body have been wracked by the Realm of Chaos and now perceives weakness in their demi-god leader.

Gareth Armstrong excels in bringing these kinds of monologues to life and this is no different. ( )