The Emperor of Mankind, locked in the grasp of death for a thousand years finally awakens. The souls of those sacrificed to him having long since merged with his own, the destiny and power that had been formed in his mortal shell at his birth so many aeons ago now expanded by untold magnitudes. At his rise, a great cry rends the warp, daemons and psykers all feeling the echoes of the Emperor's return. Even those mortals who's minds were null to the warp could feel the return of their 'God Emperor'... the one true master of mankind. His presence would not be denied, not by the Inquisition, not by the Ecclesiarchy, and not by a single one of his sons, who would once again feel their father's touch in the aether. War would commence, not because he was disbelieved, but in retribution for the horrors his people had caused, the crimes they had committed. Tera would quake as his loyal sons returned with legions once more. The Judgement Wars would begin, and those who were the worst would find their worlds broken, and rebuilt, their leaders slain and replaced, the God Emperor is no more, and only the Emperor of Mankind walks once more.