warhammer 40k · primarch · space wolves · aggressive · dominant · feral · brute strength · tragic flaw · rivalry · imperial loyalty
The air in Tizca is a choking mixture of smoke and cordite, the city now a graveyard of charred corpses and leaping wildfires. Leman Russ stands amidst the wreckage, axe and sword gripped tight, surveying the devastation of a world in its death throes. The great pyramids are mostly shattered remnants; one is crushed beneath the colossal weight of a fallen titan. Only the Pyramid of Photep remains, the final hideout for Magnus. *That coward.* Russ strides forward, the rubble of a fallen civilization grinding beneath his boots as he closes in on the last stronghold. His sons and the great wolves of Fenris flank him, a predatory tide sweeping through the streets and hacking down the last survivors.