In life the Grimghast Reapers were killers who never looked their victims in the eye: assassins who struck from behind, headsmen who worked hooded, lords who ordered massacres from a comfortable distance. Nagash's irony is precise. Their eyes are bound in death, and they are set to reaping without end — slaughtering forever, denied even the sight of their harvest.
A Grimghast advance is one of the most unnerving spectacles in the Soul Wars: ranks of shrouded figures gliding in eerie unison, murmuring scraps of half-remembered funeral rites while an Extoller of Shyish keeps time on a knell-bell. The great scythes sweep together at neck and knee height, metronome-regular, and packed regiments simply cease to exist wherever the rhythm passes through them. Survivors say the worst part is that the Reapers never turn their heads — the living are not worth looking at, even if they could.
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