Before long, after one incomparably fierce void battle after another.
Your massive body stood amid the frigid void, gazing at countless chunks of planetary crust mixed with the wreckage of Ork warships as they carved unmistakable trails of descent through the atmosphere!
You returned to the surface and reunited with Lord of the Fire Drakes Vulkan. Relying solely on the combat prowess of two Primarchs, you led a portion of the Mortal Warriors in completely exterminating the remaining Orks across the planet.
You and Vulkan successfully defended this hive world.
However, just as you and Vulkan intended to lead the countless local civilians in rebuilding the entire planet.
A massive fleet composed of the Astra Militarum, Imperial Navy, Adeptus Mechanicus, and Astartes forces assembled under the Final Wall Protocol arrived beyond the hive world's perimeter.
Their ultimate purpose was to welcome back Lord of the Fire Drakes Vulkan, whose whereabouts had only recently been revealed, and have him return to Holy Terra in the name of the Emperor's son and a Primarch to take charge and lead an Ullanor Expedition against the Ork tide.
Yet no one had expected that you, one of the lost Primarchs, would also be here. This instantly filled everyone present with fighting spirit and hope for victory and glory.
But only you, who had personally read some of the detailed battle records of the Beast Wars, knew what all this truly meant.
In a sense, the Imperium of Man, which had only recently endured the Horus Heresy a few centuries ago, had learned no lessons whatsoever.
Especially after every Loyalist Primarch had, for various reasons, chosen to disappear or leave Holy Terra.
The increasingly corrupt Supreme Council and the already rigid Imperial system had even dispatched countless powerful Astartes Chapters to the more distant Imperial