The Marshal of the Imperial Guard kneeled before the Golden Throne, with an incredulous look in his eyes and a trembling voice, said, "M-my lord? Your supreme Majesty? This... this truly is the most glorious and memorable day of my life!"
After speaking, tears flowed from the Marshal's eyes. He had never thought he would witness the moment of the Master's resurgence. He quickly became overwhelmed with emotion in front of the Emperor, kneeling for a long time without words.
Finally, amid the expectant gazes of all the Imperial Guards, the Emperor spoke; his voice resounded like a great bell, stirring the deepest loyalty within everyone.
"Eleven thousand years have passed. Horus left us irredeemable, with humanity's despairful struggles at the edge. Section by section of the Galaxy falls into darkness. Invasions repeatedly divide the Empire, pushing this fragmented nation to its limits."
