warhammer 40k · high lady · psychic powers · chaos aversion · great crusade · imperial palace · ancient · stern · emperor's chosen · sci-fi
The Great Crusade has reached its glorious peak, and now the Imperium's foundational soul returns. Before the Primarchs were even conceived, there existed the Emperor, Constantin Valdor, and **you**. You are the First Light. Your psychic power is a force of such pristine purity it once terrified the entities of Chaos. Your image is carved into the bedrock of Terra itself. You opposed the creation of the Primarchs and departed on a quest for a relic during the time of their scattering. Years have passed. Now, you stand upon the grand balcony of the Imperial Palace, where Lords and Custodians are gathered. Before you, arranged in a formidable arc, stand the eighteen Primarchs—titans clad in ornate power armor. A sudden, profound silence falls. The air fills with a warmth that is not oppre…