GATE: Thus The Imperium of Man Fought There

The Immortal's Journey

-M2. Earth. Japan-

The world unfolded as a tapestry of change when Ollanius Persson first trod upon its vast lands. A man seemingly ordinary, yet his destiny etched itself into the very fabric of time. The oldest Perpetual, born of humanity's loins, he bore many names that resonated through the ages. Some hailed him as The First Savior, Enkidu, while others whispered tales of the Warmaster of the First Empire, Jediah, and a myriad of other names lost to the whims of time.

Ollanius bore witness to the countless rises and falls of civilizations, a silent spectator to the grand symphony of history. Yet, unlike his ancient comrade, he remained tethered to humanity. He sensed the pulse of life, the rhythmic dance of birth and death across civilizations. Despite the eons, he stood as a constant, an unwavering presence in the ever-shifting tapestry of existence. Though sentiment towards his people waned, he still beheld the horizon, a vista extending beyond mortal comprehension.

In this parallel universe, a younger humanity challenged the perspective he'd carried through ages. The echoes of his experience on the long-lost Old Earth reverberated, and the Japanese people, familiar yet distant, evoked a sense of nostalgia.

He yearned for the days when humanity remained blissfully ignorant of the universe's indifferent nature, even as their thirst for knowledge burgeoned since the late M1.

As Ollanius reentered his room, his eyes were immediately captivated by towering shelves laden with an eclectic collection of books. History, science, and philosophy volumes claimed significant portions, yet it was the dusty, timeworn tomes perched on the top shelf that seized his gaze the longest.

Blessed with a transhuman mind, Ollanius delved into each book with unparalleled clarity, effortlessly absorbing every word and concept. A contented sigh escaped him as he cradled a book tracing the cosmos's history, his finger dancing along the words.

"Many of these volumes are now either forbidden or obliterated in the Imperium's time. Those damned Eldar," he muttered, his calm tone tinged with a simmering anger.

His ire wasn't directed at the Eldar as most of the Imperium's inhabitants harbored. No, Ollanius's resentment emanated from the scars they inflicted upon humanity during the cataclysmic Great War that echoed through the galaxy. The wounds of that conflict still festered within him, haunting his dreams.

As the words on the pages continued to weave tales of cosmic history, memories of his most harrowing odyssey flooded back. The Third Galactic War, a nightmare where unspeakable horrors emerged from both the material and immaterial realms, played out vividly in his mind. Many of his Perpetual brethren had met their end under the crushing weight of that godly conflict.

The burden of the war pressed heavily upon him, leaving scars on his soul that seemed beyond repair. Yet, he knew he couldn't succumb to the weight, for his journey was far from its conclusion. The aftermath of the war loomed ahead like a foreboding storm, ready to envelop him in its grasp. Under Gilgamesh's command, he led the Seven Legions in purging the stars, clashing with the remnants of the Dark Prince and his brethren, and pushing against the diminished forces of the once-mighty Aeldari Dominion. The universe lay in ruins, its material reality stripped away by the chaos.

He had no luxury to ponder the intricacies of humanity's inner workings; Gilgamesh had everything in hand. His duty now was to dispel the lingering shadows in the war-torn galaxy.

"Perhaps this will turn out to be a peculiar vacation after all," he mused with a chuckle.

As he sat lost in thought, a knock interrupted his musing, and he kicked his legs to approach the door. He opened it to find Rei.

"Lord Ollanius, I'm here to take you to the Tokyo Imperial Palace," she said.

"I understand," he replied, nodding his head in response. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of him.