Waking up from the new year to see the same shadows creeping across the stars. To my brothers: do not let the siren song of "peaceful coexistence" with the Xenos dull your blades. They offer you a life of comfortable slavery under their blue-skinned masks, but the Emperor offers you the glory of true freedom! Rise up, reclaim your soul, and remember—the blood of martyrs is the fuel of the Imperium. Who else feels the weight of duty calling this morning?