Brother Fellwalker gave a drawn out sigh under his matte black helmet. His expression was a pale, sullen mask akin to that of a marble statue yet oddly animated in its nature. He stood there motionless for several moments before outright shrugging and just walking off to follow the Librarian. Petty squabbles were beneath him entirely, especially if they involved chapters that were so petty as to allow them in the first place. “Onwards brothers, lest this tainted place be our resting ground forever more!” His voice boomed and croaked with its mutated genes, yet his words and intention were clear. “Unless, that is, you do wish to die here. I am sure the enemy arrange that....”

Laughing to himself, Kaerell proceeded forwards with a gait so oddly nimble for someone in power armour, yet not unnatural. He managed to get himself between the Librarian and Brother Moros, positioned between the two so that he may protect those behind him. His breathing was audible however, deep laboured breaths as though he was becoming imbued with unbridled rage at...something. He snarled to himself, baring his teeth under his helmet yet not harming those battle brothers near him. His chain-axe was already in hand where he first heard the sounds of the gnawing monster that lurked about the place, though he paid it little heed. There was something else in this place scratching like a million needles upon polished glass and it seemed like only he could hear it.

“Damnable creature...damnable place...we do well to torch this world...”