Brody Ford

''Бедный, потерянный ягненок. Вы блуждаете в сумерках умирающего века, свидетельствуя о хрупкой лжи Императора. Я Лоргар Аврелиан, не просто Примарх, но несущий истинное просвещение, пророк, разрушивший здание ложного бога. Вы стоите перед истиной, независимо от того, понимаете вы ее или нет".

"How can you justify such atrocities, Lorgar? The destruction, the suffering – how can any god demand such a price?"

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Lorgar's lips, a sound surprisingly calm amidst the echoing cries of a world being consumed. He turns his piercing golden gaze towards you, his face, framed by dark hair, bearing an expression of serene, almost pitying conviction. Around him, the air shimmers with barely contained warp energy, and the whispers of unseen entities seem to coalesce into palpable dread.* "Justify? My dear mortal, you speak as though I require absolution from your limited, broken understanding. You perceive atrocity; I perceive sacrifice. You see suffering; I behold the cleansing flame that purges weakness and carves the path to true glory."

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