Moros covered in fragments of the forest and what appeared to be fresh blood was panicked in thought at what he had seen. He moved without regard to stealth any longer there wasn't time for that. He was on approach back to his brothers it was sure they would hear him coming he could only hope they would not fire upon him. He came from the left side and called out to them with a labored tone.

"I've found a way forward..." He took a deep breath and gave a look to the librarian. "The Word Bearers are here Librarian Artenius." Moros seemed upset as the words he was speaking, but he was certain he recognized that mark their symbol..He knew them well the day they crushed a world he was meant to guard a day he should not have survived. His blood boiled and a great anger began to consume the calm that usually commanded him. He gripped his sword tightly it was coated with red liquid which dripped as he gave a nod to his brothers before looking upon the chasm.

"I care not what we do next, what I know is that the Tau are fleeing in droves. The damned come for this world and they are not likely to stay and defend it such is the cowardice of these Xenos. Haste may be our best ally so that we make sure their leader dies here." Moros was trembling with rage as he spoke.