Warhammer: the Dark Lord

Honor and shame, loyalty and betrayal, the living and the dead. Ideals are as fragile and fleeting as bubbles. Death is not the end, but also another beginning. Ten thousand years is too short. It flows by like blood, and everything remains the same. The scars of the Great Rebellion have not healed, and the Milky Way is still burning. On the distant borders of the empire, people carefully sang heretical prophecies: The traitor of the Great Crusade, the wolf-god Horus, will return from the ashes... The Empire of Man is approaching its inevitable end. Dark lord dark lord dark lord