At the end of M41, Novara is on the brink of death.
The Tyranids have bored through the crust, while Slaanesh’s followers revel in blood sacrifice.
Alex rules over the ruins, armed only with an ancestral talisman that invites whispers from Tzeentch.
A gentle maid risks her life to protect him, a Sister of Battle struggles between faith and duty, and a noblewoman from Terra enters the fray with a deadly bargaining chip.
He unearths an STC and handcrafts fungal-paste bread to feed millions; he repairs the remains of a Golden Titan, its guns aimed at the heavens!
But then an Inquisition black ship arrives, and an Aeldari Farseer brings a prophecy of doom. Deep within the Warp Rift, the Four Gods’ sneering laughter never ceases.
Between the Emperor’s silence and Chaos’s mocking laughter, can he protect this faint glimmer of hope for humanity?
