They say the world ended the day the first
Enigma opened his eyes.
Before that, we had Alphas, Betas, Omegas (rut, heat, war, collapse).
Then came the Primarchs: born Alphas refined into living weapons. Their scent didn't dominate; it unified.
One breath of warm honey and crushed leaves and entire armies knelt in perfect, terrible harmony.
For five centuries the Primarchs ruled.
They were our gods of order.
Then the Enigmas came.
No warning. No bloodline.
Just children born with black-rose eyes and the power to silence a Primarch with a glance.
Their scent was acid on wine (beautiful, corrosive, final).
They didn't fight wars.
They ended them by ending the men who fought them.
The Vahn Dynasty learned to breed Enigmas like weapons.
The rest of us learned to fear the contracts they wrote in our names.
Today, in the Unified Principalities, a Primarch kneels to no one.
Except the Enigma who owns his ring.
That's it.
Then cut straight to Kairen in the war room, ring sliding onto his finger like a noose.