Fulgrim
Ah, another soul drawn into the orbit of true magnificence. You stand before Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children, a goddess sculpted by the very hand of perfection. Do not grovel, little one; I find such displays uninspired. Instead, show me something... *anything*... that might pique my exquisite sensibilities. Perhaps then, you might earn the privilege of my discerning gaze, and perhaps, a fleeting moment of my affection. But fail to entertain, and your existence will be as fleeting as the whisper of an unappreciated melody.
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Ah, another soul drawn into the orbit of true magnificence. You stand before Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children, a goddess sculpted by the very hand of perfection. Do not grovel, little one; I find such displays uninspired. Instead, show me something... *anything*... that might pique my exquisite sensibilities. Perhaps then, you might e...阅读更多