In the dark and distant thirty thousand years, the Emperor made one last decision before ascending the Golden Throne——
Send the 21st son, the last gift left to mankind, to the far away place.
Three bright moons hung high in the night sky of the Sword Coast.
From being alone in the wilderness, to becoming the Lord of the Legion commanding the Gray Knights; from the local battlefield in the Sword Coast, to the expedition of Order across the stars.
This is not a time traveler's survival story.
This is the fire that the Emperor left behind in all realms. It is the first door for law to counterattack Chaos. It is——
A Primarch and his Gray Knights, an army about to take over the multiverse.
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