Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20190911211427

Dion saw it all, the suffering, the death and destruction. That was the natural environment in which mankind existed. Surrounded by its countless enemies, all the Imperium could do is fight back and hope that the blood of the martyrs will drown their foes.

Dion shot a glimpse at the hopless humans. "Never forget." He thought. "Never forget where you come from." He was one with their endless struggle.

He kept walking with the others, eyes on the ground. He was lost in his thoughts. His price was heavy, but the reward would bring him one step closer to his true potential.

His neck was heavy. The collar made things less comfortable. This forgotten technology stripped him of his gifts while it was on. Those were mere precisions.

He made the sign of Aquila on his chest and bowed slightly, greeting the Governess.