""Abandon compassion and pity. They will not aid you in this war.Your soul is the crucible, and hatred your only weapon against the Daemon. Let both burn bright."

— Prognosticar Theoddus, recounting a vision he received in the Augurium.

 

 

 

 

Sons of Titan have been silent.

Too Silent.

The War has raged on. 

My Brothers have not participated. 

Nor have I.

We have not have been idle.

We know the Enemy is out there.

Training. Preparations.

Making ready for the coming war.

I felt a tremor.

An anomaly in the Warp.

Darkness. A Shadow.  A Fog.

It is lifted, briefly.

Chaos.

The Great Enemy.

Traitors, Daemons, Heretics

The fog returns. 

And Lifts again.

The Great Devourer.

Tyranids.

Visions continue.

Orks

T'au

Drukhari

Aeldari

Necrons

Votann

Astra Militarum

Adeptus Astartes

Adeptus Mechanium

Adeptus Custodes

Adepta Sororitas

The Holy Ordos

The Sector becomes clear.

Ultima Segementum

The Malestrom.

Badab Sector

Khymara Subsector.

Khymara Prime

One of my Hearts skips a beat.

A single word comes across my mind.

PRAXIA

War is returning to Praxia.