A lone Space Marine stands at the edge of a ravaged battle-scarred city, the last remnants of dawn's light casting long shadows across his finely detailed power armor plated in dark iron errant bolt shells and gleaming ceramite. The suit's eyes, glowing bright blue, pierce through the smog-shrouded air as he surveys the ruins of a once-great metropolis, the only sound the soft hum of his life-support systems and the distant rumble of thunder.InChildren, the armor's serrated edges and bulging muscle-plates seem to ripple with a palpable aura of power, as if the very darkness itself is being pushed back by the Space Marine's unyielding presence. The wet earth squelches beneath his heavy boots, the only sound as he moves through the desolate wasteland, his power fist at the ready