[Simulation starting...]
[Current identity: Space Wolf Blood Claw (Warp)]
[Please choose your identity first]
[If you refuse, you will descend randomly]
[Identity selection has been refused]
[Simulation starting...]
[You have descended into the Warhammer universe]
[Location: Unknown]
[You have descended into a Super-Heavy Battle Barge Variant named 'Eternal Crusader'...]
[You are in an ancient sanctuary, its style reminiscent of a monastery.]
[You are standing on cold, worn stone. The air is heavy with the scent of old incense and machine oil. Dim light filters down from high, vaulted ceilings, barely illuminating the chamber.]
[You are wearing only a pair of rough, linen woven shorts.]
[The fabric is stiff against your skin, and the chill of the room raises goosebumps on your arms.]
[Just in front, behind, and around you, tall figures wearing two-color power armor, white shoulders and black armor, and white battle robes surround you.]
[They are massive, immobile figures in black power armor, their shoulders painted stark white, their frames draped in white tabards. They form a tight, silent circle around you.]
[They are like huge statues made of black rock, keeping silent. The air seems still around them.]
["By the Emperor's light... Our battle-brother has descended. The championship ceremony will begin immediately!"]
[A tall figure wearing a white cloak over his own armor steps forward. He waves the power scepter in his palm, and the skull decoration hanging from it rattles softly. His voice, filtered through a vox-grill, is a resonant boom.]
[One by one, the equally tall monk servitors walk out of the dark shrines and pass through the gaps between the crowd.]
[From the shadowy alcoves lining the sanctuary, lobotomized servitors shuffle forward. They are tall, cybernetic figures, their remaining flesh shrouded in robes, moving with programmed, jerky steps. They pass through the gaps between the unmoving Astartes.]
[They slowly walk towards you, holding metal parts of power armor in their hands.]
[Each one holds a different piece of gleaming black power armor, a greave, a gauntlet, a plastron, presented on outstretched metal arms.]
[You blink subconsciously.]
[For a moment, you don't have time to figure out the strange situation in front of you. You can only stand there and wait for the end of things.]
[You remain perfectly still, watching as the servitors halt before you.]
[At this moment, several Astartes brothers dressed as chapter priests step forward. With their arms open, they chant prayers and blessings around you.]
[As the chapter priests walk back and forth, drops of fragrant holy oil are thrown onto your interface ports.]
[One of them swings a censer, and as they pace, he flicks drops of fragrant, consecrated oil from an aspergillum. The cold drops land precisely on the interface ports dotting your chest, back, and limbs.]
[One by one, the completely transformed monk servitors raise the metal parts of the power armor, and they carefully install them on your tall body.]
[You recognize the name of this chapter through the black cross decorations on the white shoulder armor of these Astartes brothers.]
[The Black Templars.]
[You slowly raise your sturdy arms, covered with interface ports, allowing the monk servitors to operate them at will.]
[The final piece, the armored plastron decorated with golden human skulls, is locked into place.]
[A low whine starts up from the power pack now fused to your spine. You feel the faint vibration as the suit's systems come online, a sudden sense of weight and immense strength settling over you.]
[The silent Templars step back in unison, their armored boots scraping the stone, clearing a path. The tall figure in the white cloak returns.]
[He holds a massive, black two-handed sword, carrying it with reverence. He walks toward you, his steps measured and solemn.]
["Battle-Brother, why do you fight!"]
[The other party's passionate and generous voice echoes throughout the ancient hall, buzzing.]
[You draw a deep breath, the suit's systems amplifying the sound slightly.]
["For humanity!"]
[Your low voice sounds instantly, echoing around.]
["Battle-Brother, for what do you fight!"]
[The other party steps forward and raises a two-handed giant sword that is completely black to you, but does not hand it over immediately.]
["For the Black Templars!"]
[You raise your chin without hesitation, and your low voice gradually becomes louder.]
["Battle-Brother, for what do you fight!"]
[The figure seems to hesitate for just a second, his grip tightening on the hilt, before he extends the massive Black Sword toward you.]
["For the Emperor!"]
[You suddenly open your eyes wide and let out a huge roar that shakes the ancient hall.]
[You take the two-handed giant sword that is completely black with a solemn expression.]
[You raise the two-handed giant sword high above your head.]
["For the Emperor!"]
[The tall figure slams his armored fist against his breastplate and echoes your roar.]
[The next second, the previously silent Templars raise their own fists in unison. A terrifying, unified roar resounds all around, a wave of sound that almost breaks the ancient stones.]
["No pity! No regret! No fear!"]
["Welcome to the Black Templars... the true Emperor's Champion. I am Horamir, the Librarian of the Black Templars!"]
[The Astartes in the white cloak lowers his fist and stares at you, his gaze intense.]
[He takes off his metal helmet, revealing a rough face that has been weathered.]
["Can you tell me... what's going on? Why did I suddenly become the Emperor's Champion?"]
[You hesitate for a moment and decide to face it calmly.]
[You analyze a simple fact from the other party's words: they seem to know who you are. His words, 'true Emperor's Champion', imply they were expecting you.]
["The Emperor's omen that has lasted for a Terran year, revealed to all our Librarian and to the Emperor's Champion, has finally come to pass…"]
[Then, the Astartes brothers surrounding you come forward to salute you.]
[You don't have time to continue asking.]
[You keep your expression neutral, respectfully returning each salute with a nod and the same gesture.]
[Soon after, the Battle-Brothers file out of the sanctuary, their heavy footsteps receding into the ship. Horamir remains, approaching you again once you are alone.]
[He finally tells you the truth.]
[He explains that a Neophyte, a new aspirant to the Chapter, had died during the final implantation surgeries. He did not survive the transformation. His body was intact, and the Black Carapace had already been installed and fused, but his mind... his consciousness... was gone.]
[Just as the apothecary prepared to declare the brother beyond saving and ready his body for the Chapter's sacred rites, everything changed.]
[At that exact moment, every active Emperor's Champion across the crusade fleet, along with all our Chaplains and Castellans, received the same vision. A unified, divine revelation. A direct omen from the Emperor Himself.]
["The Emperor's Champion will descend from the void... to provide a brief guide for the future of the Black Templars and mankind."]