To see the Emperor laid low would have been something that would shake any astartes, breaking their will, and possibly even their loyalty. The darkest moment for the entire Imperium. Enter a man--a mere man. Without space marine's might, nor a priest's faith, nor the renown of a general. A simple nobody between his emperor and the traitor who wounded him, and would destroy him with little more than a waive of the hand. But none of that matters to him, and all that he sees is what he should do, not what he was ordered to. Something so suicidal, and unthinkable, yet made so simple.



A mere man, surrounded by giants. But in that moment, he stood above them all.