One shot.

It had been ten years since the death of the God Emperor. At first Holy Terra awaited his return however it did not com to pass.

Or so we thought.

No one knows what truly happened those days, save for the remaining inquisitions, and what's left of the Librarians of Mars. Thoe it's said that the fall of Terra came when a planetary governor whose name I do not dare speak, took to the guidance of the Chaos Gods.

Soon all of our main worlds were assaulted by Rubik Marines the foolish followers of the lord of change, and one by one our worlds fell. Where the mighty Imperium once stood now a second eye of terror forms, all hope seemed lost.

That was then, this is now.

The sounds of an everlasting battle shook the Immaterium, Psykers spoke of a giant fighting an unknown Chaos God. This went on for five years. Orks the very creatures dedicated to the sole purpose of war refused to go anywhere near the remains of Humanity's once mighty empire.

However when the fifth year was complete we found out why. The chaotic swirling black hole, that forms the Second eye of Terror shook as lightning bolts shot straight from its center. Chaotic screams of men-woman-children filled the void, as well as the Immaterium.

What remained of the Space Marines, and the last few Eldar joined to co stop this new threat One Hundred Thousand warships, both manned and otherwise bore witness to it.

An eternal fire spilled from the Warp, and Demons fled from his might. They did not get far kicking and screaming, the eternal tormentors of man the enemy of all who oppose Chaos were dragged back into him and devoured.

His was a truly marvelous sight. There in the Void of Space was the God Emperor, now adorned with a purple crown and armor, his very presence greater that any planet. At his side was a man made out of pure silver, the Machine Spirit many spoke in whispers.

Within moments of his return he began his assault on the enemies of man, the Necrons were the first to fall, truly that was a marvelous battle, one of which I can be proud of taking part of.

Billions of Metal Men spilled, from the metal world from which the Emperor now resided. Hundreds of Necron worlds were sieged within hours. However the battle was decided when the Emperor devoured the Castan.

If one believed the Necrons had feeling of Hope of victory then it would be utterly crushed at that moment.

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