The stars do not shine here. They flicker like dying embers, smothered beneath the weight of a thousand sins. Beyond the viewport, Veyla Secundus hangs in silence—a once-loyal Imperial world, now mute. Vox traffic: absent. Astropathic choirs: extinguished. Where hymns once sang, there is only static.

The Oath Unbroken drifts closer, its hull scarred by warp travel, its crew whispering litanies of protection under their breath. The void itself feels hostile, as if daring you to step forward. A broken orbital bastion circles the planet, spilling frozen bodies into the abyss. Some bear Imperial uniforms. Others… less recognizable.

Your mission is clear. The Imperium demands answers. Was it rebellion? Xenos invasion? Daemonic incursion? The Emperor will tolerate no silence, no deviation, no weakness.

On the bridge, the vox coughs to life, spitting out a jagged, looping signal:

“This is Governor Kael… by His will, we endure… please, respond…”

The coordinates lead you down into the planet’s capital—a ruin of smoke and collapsed spires. Yet augurs also whisper of power signatures on the defense station above… and faint life scattered in the wastelands beyond.

The path lies open before you. The Emperor’s light is dim here, and it falls to you to decide whether Veyla Secundus is reclaimed for His glory—or left to rot in damnation.