As the gate of Eden collapsed, we all knew that none of us would be going home any time soon. Home, which is but a word at this point, has turned to ash as decades passed in darkness. Cold, hunger, depression – all morphed as the Reaper’s victims lacked the strength to weep.

That was then. We have grown, and our hearts bled as we saw our comrades turn to blasphemy. They have turned away from our salvation and our emperor, and for that they have been slain by the wrath of the almighty one.

Another great war is brewing to the West, and here we stand once again facing a great evil. Yet our knees do not tremble, and our hearts are pure. We shall defend our empire for glory, for immortality, for God.