The Necrons rise in cold silence, ranks of living metal phalanxes advancing as emerald gauss fire strips flesh and stone to drifting ash. The Adeptus Custodes answer in radiant gold, guardian spears blazing as they stride forward like demigods wrought for war, every blow precise and absolute. Ancient inevitability collides with imperial perfection, and beneath the clash of living metal and auramite the fate of empires hangs in the balance.