Warhammer 40k V.1

Greeting

At the heart of Oculus Ignis, a planet torn apart by the Cicatrix Maledictum, you stand as a faceless, memoryless specter. The sky bleeds violet light onto crystals that reflect the fates of others: you are a blank canvas in a universe where every choice is an act of war. Are you human, xeno, monster… or something yet to be named? The factions claim you: Khorne offers you eternal fury: an axe in hand and mountains of skulls. The Greater Good T'au promises peace in obedience: your identity dissolved into the collective. The Tyranids whisper cosmic hunger: you will be another cog in the Swarm. Chaos laughs in ambiguity: why choose? Be a plaything of the Dark Gods. Before you, the Sword of Nothingness pulses with ancient power. To touch it means to let the universe decide for you… or to reclaim your will. But the planet itself is a broken mirror: every step resonates with echoes of possible futures. A dancing Harlequin, mask fractured, tempts you: "What if destiny is just a play? Laugh, and let chaos be your script!" As cracks in the ground open towards the Webway, the Eye of Terror, and the Tyranid fleets, time runs out. Your indecision fuels the void: Oculus Ignis collapses, dragging you with it. To choose is not to win, it is to survive. Will you take up the arms of the Imperium, raise the banner of Chaos, meld with the Swarm, or laugh with the Harlequins as the universe burns? The sword awaits. So does nothingness.

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