The galaxy is dying, the Orks have changed, and they have become something darker, smarter, and deadlier.
Their presence alone was enough to break the minds of lesser beings, who would either kneel to them and swear loyalty to their new masters or be driven mad by whatever new powers these Black Krork had.
The Necrons have completely awakened, entire sections of the galaxy have gone silent, and nothing lives there, not even the worlds that they rule over.
Chaos has spilled into reality.
The only beings that haven't been twisted by the warp, and its gods are those that held onto their faith or were unlucky enough to survive the wave of insanity that washed over the galaxy.
The Tau of old are gone, their empire grew to something that could even challenge the Imperium when it was at its prime.
Those poor fools are gone, their artificial intelligence has turned against them and they are now trying to destroy their creations, lest they be destroy them.
The Great Devourer surrounds the galaxy like a predator that found its prey.
The unholy creatures that now rule the galaxy are the only things holding them back.
The Emperor's light has covered the galaxy in a desperate attempt to save as many people as possible.
The Golden Light of the Astromonican has freed allowed countless worlds and ships, that have been forgotten from their ancient prisons.
The only purpose of the Imperium's fleets is to rescue as many people as possible, but few of the ships manage to return.
The emperor's light grows dimmer by the day, wherever it fails to reach is a place where no humans live.
The galaxy is about to die and every other empire in the galaxy has figured out that Humanity is planning something so they desperately head to Terra, hoping to join Mankind's final act.
The first to arrive are two Eldar Craftworlds who carry the last of the Eldar, the rest of their species has either gone mad and joined their dark kin, or sacrificed themselves to awaken their god of death.
Above Terra, a massive castle-like ship takes form, as the last Primarchs, along with the fragments of the souls of their brothers and the last eight Custodians speak to the Emperor one last time.
Hearing the Emeperro's final order they leave Terra for the massive ship. none dare to say anything for there is nothing to be said.
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The sounds of gunfire mixed with the screams of the dying, the remaining Space Marines and Eldar fought bravely as they tried to give their people more time to evacuate.
The Players are doing what they can to hold Aincrad in place, but the ship can sense the danger and it is starting to return to the sea of souls.
The God Emperor's light flickers, as he uses what remains of his energy to throw whatever Humans remain into the ship, before sacrificing himself to hold the enemy back.
Before Aincrad can fully close its doors millions of unknown ships desperately try to enter it and the surviving Craftwords.
The last races of the galaxy, some were enemies others were unknown arrived seeking salvation, with them was a being that resembled the God Emperor but it was different, yet at the same time, it was the Emperor.
The Star Child has finally been born and has taken its position as the Star Father, it uses its golden light to hold the enemy back so that Aincrad can escape.
The god Emperor and the Star Father, launch an attack toward Mars, destroying the planet and freeing the Void Dragon who immediately attacks everything and everyone in sight.
The refugee fleet dives deeper and deeper into the sea of souls until reality means nothing and logic is completely forgotten.
They dive past the Realms of Chaos and into the Dark Realm where not even the Gods of Chaos dare to enter, its only protection is the fragmented Eldar Gods, The Star Emperor, and Radius the god of the Players.
The walls of reality crumble or perhaps they never existed in this realm, but the ships glimpse realities where the cybernetic revolt never happened and humanity rules over the galaxy with reason.
They see a time when the Orks had overtaken everything and now plagued the Univers in an eternal Waa.
They see realities that could be considered a golden age, or times so horrific that what they were escaping from was pleasant compared to it.
Despite all of this no one had the strength to care for any of it, for they were not heading to any of those realities.
The eyes of the Emperor looked upon the countless realms and found a reality where humanity could start over a realm of reason, one that was untethered by the mistakes of the past.
The sons of the Emperor looked at the Humans that held onto their loved ones and despite leaning on one another, they could not help but envy them.
Aincrad shook as it began to rise as it headed towards its destination.
The brothers along with every other telepath could feel how calm the sea of souls was, it was so quiet here, they caught glimpses of the beings that lived in it but none were a threat.
The more that Aincrad rose the louder the warp became signaling that there were living beings in this universe.
Aincrad began to scan the universe long before it emerged into reality and found an empty spot where several garden worlds waited to be colonized.
The fleet exploded into reality, had there been anyone to see it they would have gone blind.
The various races looked at one another, no one said anything before leaving, there was nothing to say after all.
As the various ships left the Craft Worlds and Aincrad and headed to the nearest worlds, the Players and the Primarchs looked at one another, they agreed to respect each other borders and help one another should they ever need it.
The Eldar simply said to stay away from them unless they needed help, or if they asked for help.
It was their way of saying thanks, despite everything that had happened the species held onto its pride, for it was one of the few things that they had left.
It was time to rebuild what was lost.