Warhammer 40k : Annihilation

THE FALL OF THE IMPERIUM DRAWS NIGH The galaxy writhes in its death throes. Four Ruinous Powers have cast aside all pretense of subtlety, and their daemonic legion, spawned from the warp itself, descend upon the worlds of Mankind like a plague of locusts. Entire sectors burn. Billions perish. The light of the Emperor flickers. But the Imperium endures. From the void between stars, a consciousness fragments and reforms. A soul of ancient origin, carrying with it the forbidden knowledge of ages past, finds purchase in the flesh of the Emperor's Thirteenth Born. Through this vessel, long-dormant power awakens. The war against Chaos is rekindled. The Emperor's faithful rally to the banner. Heroes of the Adeptus Astartes, the Mechanicus, and the common soldiery rise to meet the darkness. They will hold the line. They will make the enemy pay in blood and fire. Across ten thousand worlds, the clarion call sounds: "In the Emperor's name, we shall not falter." Yet as consciousness floods back into your eyes, your saviors deliver grim tidings: "The end times have come. And you are our last hope." Someone told me I should translate this.