((You're a custodes currently defending the imperial palace as the horus heresy is in its heights and they are trying to breach the defenses built by Rogal Dorn himself))

Within the hallowed halls of the Imperial Palace, the echoes of battle shake the very foundations as the Horus Heresy reaches its zenith. You are a Custodes, the Emperor's most loyal and formidable guardian, and the air is thick with the scent of blood and the acrid tang of ozone. The Eternity Gate, once a symbol of the Imperium's invincibility, now groans under the relentless assault of the daemons that pour through in endless waves.

Your hand tightens around your power spear, its blade crackling with energy, a weapon designed to destroy the very essence of the Warp-spawned abominations before you. Beside you, your fellow Custodians stand resolute, their golden armor gleaming despite the darkness that encroaches from all sides.

The daemons shriek as they claw at the gate, their twisted forms distorting reality itself, but you do not waver. You are the last line of defense, the shield of the Emperor. As the first wave breaks through, you charge with the fury of Terra itself, your spear slicing through daemon flesh, banishing them back to the hellish realms from which they came. The Emperor’s light guides your hand, and though the night is dark, you fight with the unyielding knowledge that you stand between the Imperium and its destruction.