Year 30,000 of the Terran Calendar
The Unification Wars were drawing to a close, their embers smoldering across a fractured galaxy. The Primarchs, those godlike gene-forged sons of humanity's greatest leader, had been scattered to the stars, their fates unknown. The Emperor, a towering figure of unmatched ambition, stood on the cusp of his grand vision: the Great Crusade. A campaign to reconquer the galaxy, to stitch together the tattered remnants of humanity's ancient glory under a single, unyielding banner.
Amid this cosmic upheaval, a stranger arrived—not born of this universe, but thrust into it. He called himself Raven. Raven wasn't just any wanderer; he carried a gift, or perhaps a curse: the ability to bind his fate to a destined hero and leap across the multiverse, traversing worlds beyond imagination. His eyes glinted with mischief and purpose, a man who thrived on the edge of chaos, yet harbored a heart that yearned for something greater.
On a fateful day, beneath the shadow of Terra's golden spires, Raven stood before the Emperor—a radiant colossus clad in auric armor, his presence a supernova of will and power. The Emperor's eyes burned with the weight of a million futures, but Raven, undaunted, flashed a roguish grin. "Come on, Goldie," he said, his voice laced with equal parts reverence and cheek. "Let's take a trip. I'll show you sights that'll make even your grand dreams look small."
The Emperor, unaccustomed to such casual audacity, raised a single brow. Yet something in Raven's words—a spark of possibility—stirred the god-king's ancient soul. With a nod that shook the heavens, he agreed.
And so, they ventured beyond the stars.