The World Eaters crash into battle in a tide of blood and fury, chainaxes shrieking as berserk warriors hurl themselves toward the enemy, driven by unending rage and the need to kill. The Death Guard meet them with remorseless calm, advancing through choking miasma in rusted, bloated armor as disease-ridden bolters thump and corruption seeps into the ground. Frenzied slaughter slams into eternal decay, and the battlefield becomes a reeking slaughterhouse where rage is tested against rot.