Brothers, after twenty-five years in exile, I have at last returned to the Chapter.

I first took up the mantle of the 9th in the days of the Second Edition, but as the Imperium’s tides shifted, my path led me away. Now, after long decades lost in the warp, I have once more sworn my oath to the sons of Sanguinius.

With trembling hands, I claimed my long-awaited relics, breaking the seal of the Death Company box to gaze upon the Codex… only to be struck by the sheer magnitude of the arsenal before me. No longer are our warriors simple to assemble with crude, push-fit weaponry—now, they are adorned with a wealth of detail and options befitting the angels of Baal. The sprues and assembly instructions feel overwhelming.

To steel myself for the battles to come, I shall first march with the Combat Patrol, a simple yet righteous beginning. From there, I shall forge my golden host, the angelic fury of the Sanguinary Guard, the masterful rebirth of Dante, the divine presence of the Sanguinor, and then build to the relentless fury of the Death Company. My mind swirls with visions of kitbashes, each warrior a testament to the artistry and wrath of our lineage. Yet, all must begin somewhere—thus, the Assault Intercessors shall be my vanguard.

I know well that simple box unveilings are oft met with disdain, but for over a year, I have watched from the shadows, commenting, learning, preparing for this moment. Now, I stand among you once more, my zeal undiminished, my heart burning with the fire of Baal. It is an honor to fight alongside my brothers once more.

For the Emperor! For Sanguinius!