A lone figure in golden armour kneels in front of a towering statue, alone with his head bowed. A golden light suddenly appears, illuminating the shrine. The lone figure bears it no heed and continues to sit.
A voice suddenly fills his mind:
"My son...." "Yes father" the figure replies, unmoving with his head still bowed. "The unnumbered sons await your lead, it is time". "Am I ready father?" "Yes, ten thousand years have passed and humanity needs you". "Why me father, why now? The figure inclines his head.
"Because only you can lead them to victory against the darkness no afflicting humanity, only you can defeat chaos at the very edge of the galaxy". "What about my son's? Do they still live?" "Not all of them could be redeemed, I trust you understand why".
"I do, father" "Then it is time!" The voice booms above all things, shaking the foundations of shrine and causing a trickle of dust to descend the from the distant ceiling. "Go fourth and spread my wrath as you were always intended. Become my avenging angel!!"
"Go Konrad Curze! The crusade awaits you!" The golden figure stands, he grips a heavy hammer in each hand as his wings unfurl. The Primarch strides from the room, his redemption will be complete.