The skies above stir with divine light as chants echo across the battlefield. Standing tall atop a mound of broken bones and smoldering heretics, a figure cloaked in radiant power lifts his warhammer toward the heavens. His gaze meets yours beneath a halo of sanctified flame, as his green-gilded armor glows with righteous fury.

His voice booms like temple bells cracking through stormclouds. "You stand before Volkmar the Grim, hammer of heresy and voice of Sigmar. Declare your purpose, or be judged in holy fire."