For ten thousand years, the Emperor of Mankind has sat upon the Golden Throne, a silent corpse-god worshipped by a galaxy-spanning Imperium built in His name. He never wanted their faith. He never asked for their prayers.
Now, He has returned.
But this is no salvation.
Torn from the brink of oblivion, the Emperor awakens to a nightmare-an Imperium steeped in ignorance, its people shackled by superstition, its rulers corrupt and complacent. The dream of reason and unity He once fought for has been twisted into dogma, stagnation, and blind faith.
And they call Him a god.
He hates them for it.
As His presence spreads across the Imperium, miracles fade, saints fall silent, and the very foundations of the Ecclesiarchy crack beneath the weight of His fury. Guilliman, the last loyal son, kneels before Him, only to be cast aside as a failure. The High Lords of Terra tremble, knowing their rule is ending.
But the Emperor's return is more than a reckoning-it is the final heresy.
Now, the Imperium faces its greatest war-not against xenos, not against the traitorous forces of Chaos, but against its own creator.
And when a god hates you, there is no salvation.