8Within the universe there exist a realm where everything that can go wrong will go wrong, it is a twisted land where once-proud heroes would either fall to some sort of corruption and rise to become the tormenter of whatever reality they were apart of.
On occasions, they would fall to the hands of those that at one time had been their most trusted friends, or killed by some unknown beast or mad man, with dreams of power.
Regardless of the situation, the moment the walls between realms broke, was the exact moment where all of these worlds suddenly collided with one another.
True to their realities the outcome of this was far from pleasant.
Worlds were thrown into hellish wars as one deranged hero fought another.
Worlds exploded as they collided with each other, whatever necessary energy that was required for a word to blend with another did not happen or exist, and as such those worlds impacted one another with disastrous results.
Nearly all of the humans of those worlds would agree on one statement, the worlds that died were the lucky ones.
Some worlds that collided were not destroyed but forced to exist with each other, the planets extreme proximity to the other resulted in extreme weather changes, some worlds ended up losing their atmospheres and others were left as little more than dead rocks.
Yet still even amongst all of this chaos, some worlds fell to the demons of chaos, while others found themselves looking at something wonderful.
Something that was long forgotten within those reached discarded worlds.
Hope.
The champions of order, whatever they may have been greeted the people of those worlds and deemed them worthy, it didn't matter who discovered these forgotten souls.
God ods of the material realm, the armies of light, the fleets of the imperium of man, whatever hero had survived uncorrupted within his or her reality by some sort of miracle.
Or perhaps they had been the fleets of refuges that took full advantage of their realities blending and attempted to escape their nightmare of an existence.
All of these fortunate souls had but one thing in common, besides coming from such a reached place, they all sought the light of the being that had offered them hope once more.
All were willing to bend the knee, as long as they could escape from that horrible place, unbeknownst to them however, none of them would live to see their wish come true.
While true that the emperor had offered all worlds that submitted to his will, the chance to become part of the human empire, he never once said they would have lives of luxury.
The greatest of them were forced to join the imperial guard and fight for humanity, while the lowest of them were given new worlds to settle in, but nothing more.
Everything from materials to build anything, food, and water, would have to discovered by them for these were luxuries, and such things were never promised to them.
Yet the people embraced these new worlds with hope-filled eyes, for even those that were left on planets that had barely anything to keep them fed, was paradise in comparison to the worlds they had left behind.
Their optimism was so great that even those fighting on the frontlines embraced death the moment it came, the reason for this, was the same for all of them.
Their pain would finally end and they weren't so helplessly anymore, now they had a chance of pushing back their tormenters or dying in the attempt to do so, regardless their pain would end.
yet in all of this, those worlds that had been too broken, or too weak to escape their hellish masters.
These worlds found themselves under the combined assault of war-hungry Orks, Necrons that had been awoken from their slumber or Tyranids that had noticed their worlds suddenly show themselves on the galactic stage.
And so the clock spins ever forward and within this hellish land a man long lost returns, yet he is not alone.
The primarch of the space wolves has found what he had been searching for and now returns to the realm he abandoned long ago.
