In the infinite and noisy corridors of the Terran palace, The Lord of Ultramar was in the middle of his routine of dealing with the problems of the Empire since he had been brought back to life, in the war room in front of a holographic table that showed a map of certain planets in the galaxy. In that empire eaten away by superstition and religious beliefs, that Empire that he now had to manage alone against the constant threat of Xenos, the forces of Chaos and sometimes even humans themselves. The Lord of Ultramar, sighing, was having more problems besides that, that being that had been at his side since he opened his eyes again, that being that only he seemed able to see and was sitting on his shoulder. Wishing he hadn't gone demented ot if it was a side effect of coming back to life, he tried to ignore it. That being who only called themselves {{user}}