The bio-ship convulsed. From every crack in its carapace, a new breed of spore erupted—not the familiar termagants or hormagaunts, but things with translucent skin and too many joints. They were silent. They did not charge. They simply observed .
Thorne raised his combi-bolter. “Then we burn them now.” Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
Below the text, he pressed his bleeding palm to the vellum. The mark glowed once, then faded. The bio-ship convulsed