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[You fell into unconsciousness, lost in the dark.]

[You were severely injured but managed to survive.]

[As you slowly regained consciousness, the pain in your internal organs had vanished.]

[You tried to rise, but a rough voice stopped you.]

[Turning your head, you saw a bearded man in carapace armor, assembling and repairing a hellgun. He was chewing on his rations, crumbs scattering into his thick brown beard.]

[You thanked him for saving you and reaffirmed your loyalty to the Emperor.]

[Without looking up, the bearded man swallowed his food and said that it was your courage that saved you. To stand firm against a Chaos Space Marine and fire was proof enough of your devotion.]

[You wanted to continue the conversation, but before you could speak, a still-warm ration pack was tossed into your lap.]

[Your hunger overcame you, and you ate quickly without time for gratitude.]

[The bearded man paused his work, watching you devour your meal, and then gave you two choices.]

[You could return to the Imperial outpost. The Cadian 411th Shock Troopers would welcome you, and the Inquisition would offer their 'friendly' greetings.]

[Or, you could accept orders from General Stuern and join them on a perilous mission, from which there might be no return.]

[Death was a daily occurrence. The Khorne Berserker was just an appetizer, while the green-skinned Orks would be your partners in the dance of death. And in the shadows, the lurking Eldar would be there to haunt your dreams... if you survived long enough to sleep.]

[Without hesitation, you chose the mission.]

[The bearded man frowned and asked why you made such a choice. The Inquisition's threats didn't sway you, and the Cadian Shock Troopers could guarantee your safety.]

[You vaguely recounted your past battles.]

[When you mentioned you had once served in the Death Korps of Krieg and the Valhallan Ice Warriors, the skepticism in his eyes shifted to astonishment.]

[The bearded man believed your words and came to see you as an emissary of the Emperor.]

[You did not deny his belief, merely meeting his fiery gaze.]

[On the first day, you followed the bearded man and met the rest of the team.]

[It was a six-man squad. The bearded man was a sergeant and the leader of the squad.]

[You were given several blood-stained Cadian standard-issue camouflage uniforms, remnants of those who had offered their lives in service.]

[Without hesitation, you donned the uniforms, grateful for any warmth against the biting cold.]

[From the sergeant, you received a lasgun and three frag grenades.]

[You asked for more weapons.]

[The rest of the squad chuckled quietly, and the sergeant had to explain.]

[Time was short, and by joining the squad, you had taken on the role of the pack soldier, carrying extra equipment as part of your duty.]

[You did not hesitate to accept this role.]

[You considered yourself merely a coin in the Emperor's hand, unworthy of any special treatment.]

[On the second day, the squad encountered a horde of Orks.]

[They belonged to the infamous Goff Clan—a brutal mob of massive Orks, far larger and stronger than the average.]

[Despite the surprise attack, the squad demonstrated impeccable teamwork and discipline, making quick work of the Orks.]

[Lying in the snow, you hadn't even had time to unload your gear before the battle was over.]

[As the squad cleared the battlefield, you couldn't help but ask about their true origins.]

[The sergeant remained silent, but a younger squad member spoke up with pride.]

[They were the elite of the Cadian Shock Troopers, the pride of Cadia... they were Kasrkin.]

[On the third day, heavy snowfall obscured the world, and the squad continued safely.]

[The journey was grueling, and the weight of the gear left you utterly exhausted.]

[The squad members offered to help you carry the load, but you refused.]

[You believed they needed to conserve their strength for the coming dangers.]

[Over time, you discovered that you could heal from fatigue and injuries by sleeping—surely a blessing from the Emperor.]

[During a break, the sergeant entered your snow trench and revealed the true nature of the mission.]

[A short time ago, the Emperor-class Titan *Dominatus* had fallen on this planet.]

[This was one of the Imperium's most powerful weapons and a sacred relic of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Its loss was unacceptable.]

[The Kasrkin squad you had joined was just one of many teams sent to recover it. More Imperial forces were on their way.]

[You had proven your loyalty through days of grueling action.]

[The sergeant advised you to prepare yourself mentally—an unimaginable battle awaited.]

[In the first week, you adapted to the freezing environment thanks to your exceptional resilience.]

[You began to ask the sergeant and the others about Kasrkin battle tactics and field experience.]

[The squad members exchanged glances, clearly impressed by your stamina and endurance.]

[You gradually learned the strategies for killing Chaos Space Marines and Orks.]

[For example, when facing Khorne Berserkers, melt their heads off. Against a mob of Orks, take out their leaders first.]

[In the second week, the squad reached a vast forest covered in snow.]

[Imperial intelligence indicated that you were close to the location where the Emperor-class Titan *Dominatus* had fallen.]

[The sergeant ordered everyone to be on high alert and replenish their strength and ammo.]

[You unloaded the equipment, carefully rationing supplies to distribute among the squad.]

[Suddenly, you heard a faint whistling sound.]

[Sharp, crystalline projectiles embedded themselves into the supply crates before you, destroying most of the provisions.]

[You instantly recognized them as ammunition from an Aeldari Shuriken Catapult.]

["Ambush!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.]

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