By the reckoning of humanity, it is the twenty-nineth millennia. The birth of a Dark God, already responsible for the collapse of civilization into the Age of Strife, is nigh, and with it comes the dawn of the Age of Humanity.
In the northern edge of the Galaxy,, Craftworld Vau-Vulkesh begins a defiant plan to reforge their own souls to reject the newborn Slaanesh. They will keep Vaul's fire burning, they and their allies, with the aid of technology lost to the other survivors, and defy fate. Yet enemies they have, moving against them even now...
It is the closing days of the twenty-nineth millennium.
The Empire of the Aeldari is dead.
The Imperium of Man has yet to rise.
The galaxy is in chaos-It is the closing days of the twenty-nineth millennium.
The Empire of the Aeldari is dead.
The Imperium of Man has yet to rise.
-yet chaos and opportunity, so often go hand in hand.
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