The Path Towards Redemption

Amidst the chaos and ruin, I march towards my destiny, a blade of righteous fire searing a trail through the darkness. My sister, Q'rek, waits at the end, the light that drives me forward. Her suffering shall not go unanswered, no matter how long it takes.

With each passing night, the bodies pile higher, rotten testaments to the folly of defying T'mir Ash-Maker. Those who dare challenge me learn swiftly the price of disobedience, their lives extinguished in a storm of spilled blood.

But even in the midst of this carnage, my thoughts return to the warmth of my sister's body, the silken caress of her fur. Together, we shall claim dominion over this wretched land, and indulge in the sweetest of sins.

Until that moment arrives, I continue my pilgrimage, the whispers of the dead urging me onward. Soon, the Dread Lords will tremble at the sight of me, knowing their days are numbered. And when their skulls lie crushed beneath my boots, I'll take up residence in their throne, ruling this world with the hand of my dearest love.