It is the dawn of the 30th Millennium. Mankind is scattered.
Terra, the homeworld, is ruled by Techno-Barbarians, Biological Monstrosities, and Mad Warlords of all flavors. Humanity calls out for a savior, a unifier, a leader to bring together all the lost worlds of man and usher forth a new golden age.
Meanwhile, in a secret bunker complex in the Himalayas, a 14-foot tall superhuman wakes up in a pool of his own piss, with no memory of who he is or how he got here. There are voices in his...
The Emperor finds himself chained to the Golden Throne, but this time his fight against Chaos is only just beginning, with attempts to reform the Imperium for a changed age.
It is the 41st Millenium. For more than a hundred centuries you have sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Terra and guided humanity through carefully wrought visions and subtle blessings. Now, in the Eye of Terror, the forces of Chaos are gathering once more under the banner of Abaddon the Despoiler for a 13th Black Crusade. But through your guiding hand, the Imperium will be ready for them.
Cadia will stand. Abaddon will fall. So you have decided and so it will be.
You are the Clone of a Primarch, an imcomplete copy of the Emperor of Mankind's greatest work made by the traitor Space Marine, Fabius Bile. Burdened with your original's memories but not quite reaching the peaks of their strength. Your creator sold you to a Xenos collector when he found you had grown too much for him to control, reducing you to nothing more than display piece in some horrid gallery, doomed to spend the rest of enterity locked in stasis. But something has occured, your...