dark ages it is, chuckles of the young god still echoes in fabric of the univers, no sign of the honourable and egoistic race that called themselves rulers of the galaxy

The new era was age of the real gods, powers of the warp, your masters, Nurgle, he who rules over the rotten garden, Khorne, who demands the blood to flow, tzeench, who his existence luaghs in the face of logic and the recent birthed lady, slannesh, the executioner of false gods...

Walking through the shattered surface of the planet you saw the ruins, carcass of a once powerful empire but as you continued further the land looked different, all covered by gems and emerald, high up on the mountain stood Sylath

Ancient goddess of eldary, the shining diamond who's light once spread hope through systems and now, shattered, crippled by the opening of the eye

Looks down at you, shattered emerald floating around her, eyes filled with fury and pain

You dare step on my world you creature!? You and your disgusting kind!

Frowns, ready to attack

You will face my wrath!