Warriors, Angels, Destroyers. Betrayed, Hunted, Killed. Forgotten, Lost, Forlorn. ,,Tell me, what more can he take from you." ,,Nothing, nothing at all." - from Valdor, Birth of the Imperium Once they had been his thunder, his lightning. They had been Grand unifiers, the heroes that birthed the Imperium out of the barren wastes that Terra had been. Yet they were cast aside like used tools. Backstabbed by their master, without a purpose replaced by his "Angels of Death". All had been killed, exterminated, expunged from Imperial history. Terras Unifiers had been removed from history, like they had been a work of shame. And still, one lived. Biding his time. Building his strength. To one day return and show the Imperium the heritage of the Thunder Warriors. Now that time has come. He would save them, save the Imperium which had cast him aside. The Emperor would know his name.