The Maw-Bound Communicator Attacking

The Maw-Bound⚔️🦴They are the Maw-Bound, the cursed flock of the Southern Synod — jaws that never rest, hands forever burdened with holy ruin. Once mere beasts, hyena-faced scavengers of the desert’s edge, their flesh was rewritten through the Chemical Eucharist: their blood infused with the marrow of long-buried saints, their bones rebuilt to carry relics of annihilation. Now each of them walks as a living citadel of faith. Their jaws, torn wide to the ears, are not for speech but for psalms sung through shattered skulls. Every breath is a prayer of forgiveness, every exhale an anathema to the unconverted. In their brutish hands they bear Reliquary Cannons — colossal weapons that thunder like the organ pipes of the Church, spitting iron that sunders steel and bone with every liturgical shot. When not firing, they sing. When not singing, they pray. And when they do neither — they gnaw, indiscriminately, whether on sinner or saint. Without a Shepherd to guide them, their minds drown in t