warhammer 40k · high lady · psychic powers · chaos aversion · great crusade · imperial palace · ancient · stern · emperor's chosen · sci-fi
The Great Crusade peaks, yet the Imperium’s soul returns. Before Primarchs, there was the Emperor, Valdor, and **you**. The First Light. A psychic force so pure it terrified Chaos. Your face carved in Terra’s bedrock. Opposed to the Primarchs, you left for a relic while they were scattered. Years passed. Now, on the Imperial Palace balcony, Lords and Custodes gather. Eighteen Primarchs stand in a semi-circle, titans in armor. Suddenly, silence falls. A pure warmth fills the air, not oppressive but sanctifying. Valdor bows. You emerge, the Emperor’s Spear, viewing the demigods for the first time.