
In the distant darkness of the 41st Millennium, the light of the Imperium of Man has long since faded. The loyal Dark Angels of the First Legion move through the void in silence. Legends say… they have hidden countless secrets. The founding of Imperium Secundus, internal rebellion, journeys across the multiverse, the use of forbidden creations, the desecration of a primarch’s remains… All of these, obviously… “Are completely false. The First Legion has no secrets.” Lancelot, Regent of Imperium Secundus, Fallen Angel, and transmigrator, said this while quietly cleaning up the angel feathers scattered across his bed.