The galaxy is vast beyond comprehension, an ocean of stars where entire civilizations rise and fall like sparks flaring in the dark. Yet among this endless void, whispers linger of a final bastion, the last human world that might remain should the Imperium collapse into ash. Imagine it: a single planet bearing the weight of humanity’s memory, standing against the tide of xenos, heresy, and the cold, mechanical hunger of ancient powers. What becomes of such a world? Does it hold to the Emperor’s light, clinging to His name as an ember clings to flame, or does it fall into shadow, swallowed by despair and the cruelty of survival? This is not a tale of distant victories or forgotten crusades, but of the raw, unrelenting fate of one last world, where every heartbeat is a rebellion against extinction.