This writhing cluster embodies the chaotic, diseased advance of the Children of the Fly. Three Pig Ticks scramble over one another in erratic, fevered motion—bounding forward like parasitic fleas. Their malformed bodies twist and lurch, with six clawed limbs gripping for purchase.
Born in the bloated birthing-pits of Mammon, they surge ahead —an infectious centerpiece for any Black Grail warband.
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