Breath. Bullets. Blood.

Breath. Bullets. Blood.

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This short story is about a soldier's life and experience in the army. Find out what it's like when you are in the middle of a war in the battlefield.
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The gift of the Rubicon Primaris and of the new, more powerful Primaris Marines is shared amongst the many chapters wich are part of the Adeptus Astartes organization. Welcomed by some, rejected or mistrusted by others, they are nevertheless a much favorable sight to the already thinly spread forces of the Imperium. Accompanied by the golden members of the Brotherhood of Demigods, the Custodians of Holy Terra, this new breed has reached all known and unknown Chapters, from the savage Space Wolves of Fenris to the tragic and rare Lamenters and beyond, yet one last offering is still to be made. Deep in the starless void, were monsters reside, great beasts hunt relentlessly. Long is their journey, started in the lost epoque of Pre-Unification. In Exile they are damned and by Duty bound, with Hunger they stalk and with the ichor of humanity's foes their thrist they Slake. Guardians, monsters, tyrants, slavers, sunderers, it matters not. Who leads and what they leave behind is nothing but a great Red Wake.

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