Humans are born prey.
Fragile, afraid.
The Imperium selects a chosen few--
children we break
over decades of conditioning.
Purging them of weakness,
carving out their fear.
Those that survive are reborn
with the strength to level cities,
to conquer worlds.
But power must be controlled.
Fear forged into obedience.
Into faith.
Centuries ago, I chose a child
filled with pain and rage.
A child who had never known fear.
What could a soul like that be capable of?
Out of my way, old man.
I confirm.
I chose a child filled with pain and rage.
You chose a child,
a child who had never known fear.
Target confirmed. Ordnance inbound.
Die well, brothers.
Titus...
Our duty is done.
It's time to go.
Not yet, old man.
What could a soul like that be capable of?