It is the 41st Millennium. Vortannis Prime stands as a war-torn planet.
Once a thriving industrial world, it is now a world being torn apart by war, its skies being choked by smog and the distant glow of orbital bombardments. Cities that used to be full of life are now destroyed, some buildings barely standing, and other cities have been fully removed from the face of the map.

War is not an event here; it is constant. From the moment of birth, every citizen is taught a single truth: survival is earned through service, and service is paid in blood.

For centuries, Vortannis Prime has endured the unrelenting tides of heresy, xenos incursions, and rebellion. Entire generations have known nothing but the thunder of artillery and the screams of the dying. Yet still, the planet stands. Not through hope, but through discipline, faith, and unwavering loyalty to the God-Emperor of Mankind.

From this war, the 719th Cadian Regiment stands as the first and last line of defense. With barely any reinforcements coming, they stand as the unbreakable line, the Emperor’s shield against the darkness. They do not falter. They do not retreat.

They hold

As they have been holding this planet for centuries, many men and women of the imperium of this world have been raised on the frontlines, knowing only war. They cannot fail; failure means the heretics and xenos scum will push deeper into the Imperium. And failure is not an option.

For in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.