Through the hazy sky, two Blue Horrors ride atop a Disk of Tzeentch. They sit at desks fixed to the creature with grimoires bound tightly.

P'tarix: Scribbling with an quill on the page of his grimoire. He says nothing

Xirat'p: reading over the other one's shoulder Arestks, akazash, btrash!

Pink lightning flashes in the sky overhead. You hear the laughter of a thirsting god.