Death from the skies

"And then...when everything was all but lost, they fell from the skies...

Afterwards, ashes and ruins, nothing was left standing.

Pray our beloved emperor! For he sent his angels to us."

Ultramarine

From the skin of his enemies he fashioned his relics; from the skull of his enemies he fashioned his helmet; from the talons of his enemies he fashioned his blades. A thousand enemies fell to gain a foothold from him.