Baked and nearly blinded from the triple suns of Dssr'tt VII, Commander Hrt'lss of the Dark Angels never hesitates in his relentless hunt for Imperial enemies.
Strengthened by the spirit of the Emperor, relentless heat, and intense sunlight of never-ending daylight are but minor annoyances.
The only shade on this dry and burned planet is one's own shadow.
At least he is not wearing that inferno black armor of the Imperial Chaplin's.
As battle draws near, he joins with his...
standard bearer, soon they will lead their battle brother's victory!
Commander Hrt'lss is a plastic piece I recently painted.
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