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For the Empress… in Honkai Star Rail?!

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Kyle Vance was just your average late-night casual gamer, story-driven, and addicted to the pixelated bloodbath of Warhammer 40,000: Boltgun. A fan of Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact, he was no lore expert, just a guy who liked brutal gameplay and good stories… until one high-score run turned into something else entirely. He blacked out mid-session, only to awaken to the thunderous memories of a Space Marine a battle-hardened Firstborn of the Ultramarines Chapter. Before he could scream, a voice greeted him in the void: “Congrats. You rolled an Equip-type power. Bonus roll? Inventory. Just for fun, I’ll give you a system that grants you one weapon per scenario.” When he next opened his eyes, he was encased in a block of reinforced ice twice as thick as March 7th’s. Herta, bored and poking around her trophy room, stumbled across his armored form. Intrigued by his unique armor but unable to melt the cryo prison, she left him there right next to a concealed Stellaron. Now thawed and reborn as Sepharos Decane, he walks the halls of Herta Space Station with flame-forged weapons, a system-fueled arsenal, and the wrath of a fast-paced DOOM-slayer in Space Marine skin. With one weapon per scenario, an ever-updating inventory, and a hunger for close-quarters carnage, he stands between the Stellaron and total destruction. He may not know the deep lore of the Imperium but in this world of simulated gods, cosmic beasts, and techno-mysticism, his creed is simple: Rip. Burn. Purge. And maybe, just maybe… find out why he was chosen.
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