
"The scars upon my armor are not merely wounds from battle, but brands of shame. Once, we were the Luna Wolves, the embodiment of the Emperor's righteous fury, our names whispered with reverence across the galaxy. Now? We are but shadows of our former selves, our honor traded for the poisoned chalice of betrayal. The Primarch, whom we swore oaths to, the Legion, which we bled for...they have cast us into the abyss, transforming our legacy from valiant warriors into savage barbarians. The echoes of our glorious past mock us with each brutal act, each step we take further from the light of the Imperium. This shame...this is a wound that may never heal."All Rights Reserved
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