CHAOS SPAWN KHORNCLAW

The Front Lines Just Broke.KHORNCLAW Has Entered the Field. He doesn't march. He doesn't creep. He erupts. A crashing mass of flesh, bone, and warp-born hatred - KHORNCLAW doesn't arrive, he collides. When 300 kilos of spike-wrapped fury tears through the veil with a claw the size of a battlefield confession booth, you either dive for cover... or die confused. This is Chaos without hesitation. Rage sculpted into motion. His right arm is a ruinous claw, forged for crushing tanks like tin cans and turning elite infantry into crimson mist. His left is less an arm than a biomechanical insult - part flail, part meatgrinder, all pain. It spins, it shreds, it laughs as it hits. His body is a testament to madness. Chains rattle across muscle torn by mutation. Tentacles burst from his back, searching for more to grab. Skulls dangle from hooks like silent prayers to the Blood God. And behind it all - those eyes. Not blind. Not empty. Hungry. KHORNCLAW doesn't fight. He ends. And now, he's y