Chapter 1
In the far future, hope is rare, hope is frowned upon, and hope, at least to Sidereus, is exceedingly heretical. In the year 70152 the universe wants to end, but in their corrupt nature, the majority of the living are preventing it, prolonging it’s suffering for eternity like the evil beings they are.
The five trudged through the snow, The Sepulchron, I(one) led them forward, gigantic build hard to lose in the snow. II dragged a box containing the bones of a recently deceased Dirge-Seraph. III covered their rear, carrying a torch to light the area up, IV and V walked side by side, unfazed by the snow like all Hollowed. They had all survived being Ashborn, unloved, invaluable, ignored by the stars and their peers. Now, they were broken. Fearless, Obedient and most importantly, powerful. The Tomb Of The Entropic Primarch came into view, it’s spiky form overshadowed even the large mechanical being that was I.They all droppd their weapons and I stopped just outside of the exterior Tomb. This was sacred ground, the resting place of the great Primarch itself. II picked the box up and carried it to the bone chute(BONES FOR THE BONE CHUTE) and each of them knelt before the statue of the Primarch, even I in the distance. The chute shut itself and glowed a ghostly blue. The Hollowed rose annd marched off.
