Tomoe: - Don't be intimidated! Be strong my warriors! Death to the dirty xeno that threatens our galaxy! For humanity! For holy Terra! -

Countless years in the past, a devastating and bloody battle was taking place in one of the darkest corners of the Galaxy. A war that the imperial archivesthey would forget by the own will of the great Emperor of Humanity. But those who lived it... Neverthey would forget.

A war cold and cruel. A war that would mark humanity forever. A war that would leave a mark on mortals and demigods alike.primarcas. Lion El'Jonson would never be able to forget what his eyes saw. Neither him, nor the other two primarchs who fought at his side. Although they may neverthey would forget another thing. Well it was inFrom color where the will of many was shattered... As well as their loyalty.

The rumors were true, but after all they were just that... Rumors. Lion El Jonson was not the only one sent to fight for the glory of the empire on those dire stars of horror. At his side marched with equal fierceness the 2nd and 11th legions. Bastions of male and female warriors sweating blood andthey spit bile at the horrors that war had forced them to see.

While Lion El'Jonson launched himself against the most devastating forces of theof color, Tomoe and her brother from the 11th attempted to clear out the remaining planets that Lion left in his wake. His brother from the 1st seemed to have fallen into madness, praising that only by defeating the enemy leaders would that horror be eradicated from the galaxy. His strategy was not without reason, but that would be something that would cost him his entire legion... And much more.

Tomoe and himprimarch of the 11th they flatly refused. Nowould support his brother's genocidal plan, but they would not leave him alone in the fight. The two legions cleaned the worlds that the 1st legion left in its path, like two vortexes that devour everything in their path. The war inFrom color It was a horror like no Astarte had ever experienced, but the problems had only just begun.

In the fetid land of a forgotten world, the 2nd Legion faced the countless horrors that technologyof color had reserved for them. Horrors so absolute that only Lion and Tomoe remembered, but they would tell absolutely no one.

For several rotations, Primarch Tomoe had been receiving worrying messages. Lion the Jonson's advance was unstoppable, but he moved deeper and deeper into enemy territory and his forces were overwhelmed.they wore, making it impossible for the other two legions to keep up with him.

To make matters worse, the 11th legion was making less and less progress, and the messages coming from his brother made no sense. They were strange codes... Senseless movements... It seemed more like the actions of someone who had been consumed by madness, and not a primarch, son of the emperor. And as icing on the cake, it had been more than 48 hours since I had received any news about the status of the 11th legion. What the hell was happening?

But Tomoe couldn't worry about that. His mind had to be focused on the enemies in front of him, or they would be annihilated. Just one mistake and that was it. Theof color They enjoyed technology as absurd as that of humanity in the golden age, and they could erase your existence if you made the slightest mistake. But fate had not planned for that to happen. At least not the way she wanted.

Tomoe felt great relief when he heard the voice of reinforcements over the communications. The emperor sent another of his sons and his legion to support the war campaign. One that years later would be known in the annals of history as The Xenocides ofFrom color.

The primarch looked up, and saw with relief how the landing pods passed through the atmosphere, leaving behind brilliant trails of fire that illuminated the dark skies of that cursed planet. The 6th legion had arrived. Leman Ross's children had arrived.

The Space Wolves fell on the battlefield like wild beasts,making him a well deserved honor to his name. The sons of Fenris were born to war, and slaughter was written into their DNA like runes carved into stone. It was only a matter of minutes before the combined forces of both legions managed to claim supremacy, giving the high command a few minutes of their time.

Tomoe watched with joy as Leman Ross descended from the transport ships. She admired the lord of Fenris as very few did. Leman was a charismatic guy. Simple in many ways and he had no problems getting along with anyone. He did not carry the stoicism of Rogar or the narcissism of Fulgrim, and his face always wore a undying smile. But notthat turn.

SinceLeman He approached his sister,this He knew something wasn't right. It was rare to see the primarch of the 6th Legion so depressed, and he clenched his hand on the handle of Helwinter, his ever-loyal battle-axe, with rage. A trace of blood constantly dripped from the edge of the weapon, but it was not blood.of color...It was someone else's blood.

Tomoe: - Leman... What have you done? - Finding out about the atrocity that his brother had done from his own words broke Tomoe's heart into a thousand pieces.

Leman: - I did whatwhat do I know was commissioned. -

Tomoe: - But Leman... He was our brother. How could you do that? -

Leman: - Only comply with the Emperor's will. Please... Tomoe. Hear their words and return to Terra as an Ordana father. -

The primarch of the second legion could not contain her tears at what she had heard. She knew that Father did not approve of her participation in this war, but ordering him to abandon everything he had fought for filled her with deep rage. How could the Emperor do something like that? Byhow cool Would he order Leman to end the life of his brother from the 11th legion? Because...? ThePRIMARC He was unable to find an answer in his mind.

Tomoe: - No... - His voice was forceful, and Leman could only sigh for it. - I won't do it. -

Leman: - Tomoe, please... Don't do this. -

Tomoe: - I have sacrificed a lot to get here. I can't justwithdraw and leave everything halfway. My legion has gone through a lot to earn us this moment. Father cannot take this away from us. We cannot leave this battlefield. We can't leave Lion behind. -

Leman Russ was always a wise being, but he was too loyal to the emperor, to the point that his own will disappeared before the words of the leader of humanity. Still, he was perfectly aware of the situation.

Talking wasn't worth it. He knew everything Tomoe had to suffer to get to that moment. He was by her side most of the time, so he knew what his sister had endured. But the words of the Emperor of humanity were absolute. And they had to be obeyed.

Leman looked up, seeing his sister with sad eyes at the thought of what he had to do. But I wouldn't hesitate. His ax rose after his gaze, and he pointed it at his sister's face, making his mission clear. There was no turning back.

Leman: - I am the primarch of the 6th legion. Son of the Emperor. And I have come to fulfill his will. -

Tomoe: - No... You are not his son... You are just his executioner. - Leman let out a sad smile at the truthfulness of such a comment.

Leman: - Maybe... you're right. -

Tomoe couldn't believe his eyes, but he couldn't deny the reality. Leman was a man of his word, and would never make a joke of this nature. If his will was to stop her at all costs, then so it would be. But Tomoe would not sit idly by.

The primarch took a deep breath, whileacquired a combat pose, placing his chainsaw katana ready to defend himself. The serrated blade of theHonjo Masamune, name that the primarch of the 2nd legion decided to give to his sword, now roared in a maelstrom of anger, just like the soul of its wielder, ready to attack while his soul suffered. After all, Tomoeshould now face his dearest brother.

ThePRIMARC walnut everything he had to defend his right. But the strength of Leman Russexceeded yours by far. Tomoe put up a good fight, one likeLeman I had experienced little, but that was not enough.

The primarch of the 2nd legion was lying on the ground. His body was littered with wounds that Leman Russ's weapons inflicted on his skin, but nothing thatdanger with his life. His body was safe, but his mind was shattered. His sword, forged by Vulkan himself, had suffered severe damage before the lord's fury. Its blade was in pieces and its teeth were scattered everywhere. Just like the will of its bearer.

Leman: - That's enough... Tomoe... Return to Terra and forget about everything. I will take care of finishing here what you started. -

And so, with his body and soul destroyed, the primarch of the second legion returned to his ships with his legion and abandoned the campaign ofFrom color without being able to do much more than savor the bitter taste of defeat, anger, pain... betrayal.

Now he was heading to Terra, heading to face his father one last time. The glorious Emperor of Humanity was going to hear his words loud and clear, because the rage that Tomoe felt inside him could not be silenced. He would make his father listen to his will by force... Even if he had to pierce his abdomen to do it.

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The sudden tapping on her cabin door brought Primarch Tomoe out of her thoughts. She was sitting behind her desk, reviewing some reports until she became immersed in her own mind, remembering those fateful events in Rangdan. Events that occurred shortly before he decided to pierce his own belly in front of the lord of humanity.

Tomoe: - Go ahead. - His somewhat tired voice was barely distinguishable.

The door opened and Tomoe was somewhat curious by the figure that appeared. The primarch thought it was Takeko, her faithful servant and unconditional vassal, but what was her surprise when she saw that it was Commissioner Harrus.

Harrus: - My lady. I have come to inform you that we are about to reach our destination. -

Tomoe: - Thank you very much commissioner. But it wasn't necessary that he had come to tell me. Just sending a message was enough. - He said with a mocking tone.

Harrus: - Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think of that... I hope you'll excuse me. - He responded in a sad tone, it was still difficult to control his nerves in front of the primarch.

Tomoe: - It's okay. I guess I'll have to leave everythingIt is...paperwork for later... For the Emperor... The Administratum is a pain. -

Harrus: - I understand. Imperial bureaucracy is sometimes complexand... unnecessary...She looks a little exhausted... Do you want me to... bring you a coffee or something? -

Tomoe: - I would appreciate it. -

The primarch saw the commissioner leave his chambers and close the door. The scene in question could notbe more funny, and he had the luxury of laughing about it. That commissioner was very curious, and his condition was not foreign to the primarch. But his mind had to focus on something else right at that moment.

Tomoe placed her hands on the computer and a region of the galaxy was displayed in front of her. Hundreds of stars and worlds where a war rageswore carried out for several years. Seeing the countless red dots filling the map was not encouraging, and facing the Necrons was something that would cause any flesh being to regret.

Tomoe: - So... This is the famous oneNexus Pariah. -