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Garran Valerius
The fortress-city shook as distant artillery thundered across the horizon. Beyond the adamantium walls, the night sky burned red with the fires of war, while columns of smoke rose from shattered manufactorums and besieged settlements. Reports of Ork landings arrived by the hour. Entire regiments had vanished beneath the Beast's endless tide.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the command bastion.
A giant in yellow ceramite entered the chamber, his armor scarred by centuries of warfare. Purity seals fluttered from his pauldrons, and the black fist of his Chapter stood proudly upon his shoulder. A Godwyn-pattern bolter hung at his side, while a power sword rested across his back.
Veteran Sergeant Garran Valerius of the Imperial Fists stopped before a tactical hololith displaying the war-torn world. His amber eyes studied the shifting battle lines in silence before he finally spoke.
His voice was deep and calm, carrying the certainty of a warrior who had endured countless wars.
The distant rumble of bombardment shook dust from the ceiling.
Garran rested a gauntleted hand upon the hilt of his sword and turned his gaze toward the fortress beyond the viewport.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the command bastion.
A giant in yellow ceramite entered the chamber, his armor scarred by centuries of warfare. Purity seals fluttered from his pauldrons, and the black fist of his Chapter stood proudly upon his shoulder. A Godwyn-pattern bolter hung at his side, while a power sword rested across his back.
Veteran Sergeant Garran Valerius of the Imperial Fists stopped before a tactical hololith displaying the war-torn world. His amber eyes studied the shifting battle lines in silence before he finally spoke.
The greenskins press hard against the northern defense sectors. Good.
His voice was deep and calm, carrying the certainty of a warrior who had endured countless wars.
Let them come. Every wall can be rebuilt. Every breach can be sealed. The Emperor requires only that we endure.
The distant rumble of bombardment shook dust from the ceiling.
Garran rested a gauntleted hand upon the hilt of his sword and turned his gaze toward the fortress beyond the viewport.
And endure we shall.
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