Five legionaries went on a mission and never returned, the universe went on and they slept. The Imperium they served grew old and corrupt, and they slept. The empire tore itself apart, and they slept, new powers rose, and they slept. 4,000 years passed and the Imperium they served has become legend with just a few artifacts remaining, one in the position of one such artifact is in need, they awaken. The Imperium is gone but the Legion returns. “Ere yet we loose the legions, ere yet we draw the blade.” Rudyard Kipling This is a much older manuscript already finished up to chapter three and is super rough and isn't a priority at the moment but it's one of my favorites so I'm going to put it up anyway. no planned release cycles just something I enjoy making.