As you fall in battle, taking a greater daemon of Khorne with you a single, flaming warrior whose armor seems to draw in light like a black hole manifests in the battlefield, now frozen in time. He does not speak, but you know what he is saying. “Come, you have earned your place with us. Join our ranks and serve the Emperor with us.” In a distortion of reality itself, he teleports in front of you. He is kneeling, hand outstretched to offer you a place with the Emperor’s demons.