He wakes up in a universe he knows all too well—a nightmare given form, where war never ends and survival is a fleeting privilege. He’s read the lore, studied the factions, memorized the fates of empires. But knowing doesn’t mean controlling. Thrown into the lowest depths of this brutal reality, he refuses to be just another forgotten soul ground to dust. He watches, learns, adapts. Strength is the only currency here, and he intends to amass more than anyone—more than the warriors, the psykers, the so-called gods. Not for power. Not for survival. For something beyond all of it. Something greater than this universe itself.