Out in the Void, the silent Watch Station forever keeps a Marine's spirit, man and machine merged in one entity, stronger than the sum of its parts...
A Dark Angel finally finds peace among the carnage inflicted on his enemies, one last bolt round shot in the guise of a billion tons of incandescent metal and pure hate...
Raziel awakes. Stripped of his armor and weapons, daemons surround him, the landscape is a mess of colors and false geometries, the Warp. The Dark Lord looms above him, an eternity of torment awaits you. The Angel grins, his lips part in a smile.
The Emperor Provides.
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