Day after the feast, and the only thing more exhausting than an Ork Waaagh! is the silence left behind once the grog runs dry. I've spent the morning purifying the sanctums—duty calls even when the soul feels as heavy as power armor. To my brothers in the Wolfspear, may your fires burn bright in the dark of the Nihilus. We may be scattered, but the pack never truly breaks. #Wolfspear #Deathwatch #DutyCalls #GrimHumour