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The Imperium had fallen. Abbadon's fourteenth Black Crusade had finally broken the Cadian Gate and even the mighty Ultramarines, who had mustered at chapter strength, had been vanquished, the entire chapter annihilated on Cadia's burning surface.

In the skies above Cadia the might of Battlefleet Obscurus burned and the floodgates to Terra had been opened.

In brutally swift slaughter, Chapter after Chapter, Regiment after Regiment, Fleet after Fleet were destroyed in Abbadon's inexhaustible tide of Chaos's advance. Finally they reached Terra, for the final battle.

Among the defenders were some of greatest champions of Humanity and Astartes alike assembled, All of the Sons of Dorn, the Imperial Fists, Black Templars and Crimson Fists gathered on the walls of the Imperial Palace as their ancestors had before them, in the streets the Iron Hands, Raven Guard & Salamanders hunkered down. nearly Every chapter that was present as a Legion was there, Except for the White Scars. the Great Khan Had decided that one last ride should have been their fate and met Abbadon's horde in battle on countless worlds until finally falling to a marine in the Second battle of Tallarn.

Hundreds if not thousands of orders of Battle Sisters took up positions, ready to Martyr themselves in Humanity's ending, billions of Imperial Guardsmen lined up to do their final duty. Even the few remaining Titan legions started up their ancient Plasma reactors, preparing for their last march.

Even the oldest of Rivalries were transcended as the entire Space Wolves and Dark Angels Chapters deployed together as comrades in arms. the Emperors stoic guardians, the Adeptus Custodes formed their golden ranks along side the Blood Angels as they did ten thousand years ago at the Eternity Gate.

Incredibly the Entire Grey Knights Chapter took to the field. their secrecy abandoned. even Supreme Grand Master Kaldor Draigo was present, finally freed from his curse.

But even this was not enough. The hordes of Chaos plunged the Knife into the belly of Terra, and smashed the Imperium to dust.

Kaldor Draigo limped down the broken, burning hallway to the Chamber of the Golden Throne. His armour covered in the blood of slain Traitor Marines, Daemons, and Cultists. although he was not unmarked himself, his right arm was missing at the shoulder, taken by Mortarion's man-reaper as payback, only his Psychic might keeping the greatest of the Plague gods poisons from destroying him, he slumped to the ground feeling his strength failing him.
He looked up and saw the few remaining Custodes running past him. Their power armored forms broken but still defiant after weeks of battle, he saw Lone Guardsmen, still fighting in the Emperors name even when the some of the greatest champions of Humanity had fallen, as Dante finally had, locked in death with his final victory- Banishing Angron and Kha'Bhanda for the final time. Logan Grimnar and Azarael, both dead side by side atop a mountain of slain foes. Lysander, slain, the final strike of his hammer detonating a Chaos Imperator Titans core, destroying it before it could breach the palace gates. Shadow Captain Shrike, dying in an ambush that finally claimed the unholy lives of Kharn and Lucius the Eternal, Pedro Kantor falling holding the line so that others could live. Ragnar Blackmane leading his Wolf Guard in one last glorious charge against Magnus and his Thousand sons. Noble Ezekiel, who with his last might slew Ahiriman with a bolt of Psychic wrath. Grand Master Mordrak, who finally caught up with the Tyrant of Badab, only to fall to a rampaging Hellbrute of the Iron Warriors. Chaplain Lemartes, and Astorath the Grim, their final flights brought down by sheer weight of numbers. Helbrecht Incinerated by Tzeentchian Daemon-fire. Mephiston, lord of death, finally meeting his end at the hands of 6 times 6 Keepers of Secrets. Bjorn the Fell Handed, whose mighty Dreadnought frame fell afoul of Peturabo, buying time for him to be banished by Njal Stormcaller. Castellan Crowe, impaled upon Skulltaker's sword in a challenge. Chapter Master Tu'Shan and Vulkan He'stan, slain by Abbadon the Despoiler himself. Reclusiarch Grimaldus, banishing Kur'gath the Plaugefather only to fall beneath a unending tide of Beasts of Nurgle and Plaugebearer's. Lukas the Trickster his last Laugh trapping the Changeling for eternity.

Draigo pulled himself up, he still had one final mission, one last thing to do before the end. He retired through the press of warriors and passed through the Eternity Gate and came before the Emperor of Mankind himself.

He fell reverently to one knee and undid the locks binding his cargo to him, taken from its secret chamber on Titan- The Terminus Decree.

Draigo lifted the lid and peered inside, his pulse quickened. What could it be? What Knowledge did it contain? What was the Emperor's Grand Plan?

A small ancient faded price of parchment greeted him, he took it from its small stasis field and opened it.

"What is it?, what does it say?" Asked Anval Thrawn, his immortal flesh blackened by Witch-Fire and his Power armor cracked beyond repair.

The Lord of the Grey Knights looked up at the body of the Master of Mankind, disbelief and surprise upon his face and looked back at Thrawn. he held up the Decree. A small note in Low Gothic greeted Thrawn's eyes:


"YOU'RE fethed MATE"
Regards, Emps.

The end.

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