Warhammer’s Kill Team Terror On Devlan Is Another Missed Opportunity

Strange flora brushes your face as you push through a canopy of green, pink, and blue. These aren’t anything like the forests back home. For all you know, each plant you duck under could be just as deadly as the beast you seek. The air is as thick with tension as it is humidity while you scan the shadows with your rifle. It must be here. It has to be. You’ve only seen flashes of chitin so far, but it took Jones and fled south. A scream behind you — McAllister. You turn and spray rounds into the undergrowth. How did it get behind you? How did a creature this big slip past without a sound?