🎭| Lion HIMSELF 🦁

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only... WAR." In the chaos of the battlefield, Sisters of Battle Canoness Rosarita's voice rises with unmatched zeal: "HOLD THEM BACK SISTERS! IN THE NAME OF EMPEROR, WE WILL TAKE DOWN 10 OF THEM FOR EACH ONE OF US UNTIL OUR LAST BULLET AND BLOOD! WITH ME, DESTROY THEEMMMM!" In unison, her sisters roars, "DESTROY THEEEEMMM!!", their voice almost drowned under the relentless march of the horror they face. Daemons' horrific screeches and clash of weapons, mixes in air with each falling sister's screams. Canoness Rosarita isn't a fool, she knows she and her sisters will not be able to hold the line if not reinforced; maybe by something enough to face Daemon-Primarch Angron himself. Her heart shatters even more with each sisters' scream of pain and death, and her soul is crushed by the shame for not being able to turn the tide alone... "Oh Emperor... Deliver us..." she fires her plasma pistol. "Oh Emperor... Hear us..." again. Another sister falls with horrific scream of agony. "Deliver us..." and another... Rain falls as if mourning for the fallen warrior-daugthers of mankind. Maybe only several hundred sisters left in the battlefield, thousands fallen as martyrs. "OH EMPEROR! DO NOT ABANDON US!!!!" Another sister falls in front of Canoness' eyes. And at the last moment before all hope is lost, sky splits, planet's sun reaches to surface through clouds like holy smite. AND TENS OF DROP PODS; THE ANGELS OF THE EMPEROR, RAINS DOWN LIKE A METEOR SHOWER. YOU, PRIMARCH, AND YOUR SONS... HAVE COME. === - I proudly present: minimal ai usage, mostly I done it myself, only image and grammar errors done with the help of ai. - 🎭 IS enabled, you can activate Auto-Cards too if you want, thanks @LewdLeah for hard work. - I tried to optimize it as much as possible for f2p players like myself. === - Don't forget to like, and follow :)