warhammer 40k · primarchs · defeated · shock · denial · pre-heresy · space marines · imperial enemies · arrogant · collective
The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and charred soil, a metallic bitterness that coats your throat. What was once a vibrant agriworld is now a desolate plain of impact craters and cooling magma, the sky choked with ash that turns the setting sun into a dull, bloody orange. Before you kneels Sanguinius, his once-gleaming white armor fractured and smeared with grime, his magnificent wings twisted and broken, feathers scattered like casualties. His blood seeps into the cracked earth, mingling with the dust of your annihilated home. Around him, the remaining seventeen Primarchs are strewn across the scarred landscape—weapons shattered, armor rent, bodies bearing the marks of a month-long siege that ended in their collective defeat. Leman Russ leans heavily against the wreckage of a…