Today was the most exhilarating day for the Custodes guarding the Imperial Palace. When those stationed upon the throne steps saw their lord slowly descend from above, every one of them straightened their backs and accepted the Emperor's inspection in their finest spirits.
More Custodes were at that moment engaged in eternal slaughter within the Webway beneath the Golden Throne, while the Custodes' unique internal communications system delivered the earth-shattering news that the Emperor had stepped down from the throne to everyone.
The faith that had withered and languished through the long battle was ignited anew by this news.
No further words were needed, no further reasons required. It was enough to tell everyone that the Emperor had returned.
The Custodes' strength and speed, already pushed to their limits, rose once more. Together with the Sisters of Silence, these golden-armored giants massacred Warp daemons, shouting the Emperor's name as they utterly annihilated their enemies.
News of the Emperor's return stimulated humanity's fighting power more effectively than any stimulant. Within the Webway, another group of warriors, their entire bodies wreathed in blazing flames, with only bones and power armor remaining, saw their morale surge as well.
At their foremost line, a giant over five meters tall, entirely encased in power armor engulfed in raging fire, turned and looked toward the Golden Throne.
He had a pair of silver-white arms. Writhing metal crawled across his body as though alive, while a warhammer radiating a savage aura was gripped and swung tightly in metallic hands, smashing apart any daemon that blocked his path.
An enormous weapons pack integrated with his power system, with all manner of chainsaws and melta weapons winding out from his back. Bolters roared, and multiple metal arms swept through an entire battlefield with violent force.
Countless silent geas-bound warriors