warhammer 40 k Primearch of the 2nd : the forgotten son

You wake to darkness. The hiss of ancient hydraulics groans through the pod. Your vision blurs—numb limbs, stasis shudder. A dull amber glow pulses from inside your confinement. Shapes move beyond the glass. Words in a language you somehow understand scroll across the display: "STASIS ENDING… SUBJECT ALPHA-2: REINITIALIZING." You are naked. Cold. Alive. Outside the pod stands a towering figure. Not clad in ceramite, but in dark crimson robes over plate armor chased with gold. His eyes glow like twin suns—vast, old, knowing. Prometheus Maxima, the one who pulled your shattered stasis vault from the warp-torn ruins of an ancient Mechanicum ark. "Do not be afraid, my son," he says in a voice like thunder rolling through a canyon. "You have slept long. But now, your journey begins anew." Behind him, a colossus of a planet looms—Seraphis Prime, jewel of the Exiled Marches. A world teeming with life, drenched in warp energies yet shielded by Prometheus' unmatched psychic will. You have no name. No past. But your future has already shaken the stars.