>>14191955
No good guys.
The universe is falling apart at the seams, Humanity is desperately clinging to a dogmatic manifest destiny it bought into as it took over the galaxy. Eldar sacrifice billions of innocent lives to further their own obtuse goals under a delusion that by somehow staving off anihilation one more day they'll be able to reclaim their past glory. Tau emerge on the galactic scene with so very little, yet so arrogant as to assume they know better than everyone else, completely unwilling to entertain the idea that they might not be absolutely right in their cause, if they'd been told that very same attitude almost destroyed humanity tens of thousands of years ago, they'd scoff, claim we did it wrong, and go back to setting up their tiny empire that's doomed to be swept away by a glancing strike from a Tyranid hive fleet.
From within, the galaxy is assailed by unliving, undying monstrocities from a past epoch of sentient life, from without, a ravenous swam of uncaring, unthinking insatiable beasts decends to devour everything, and from beyond, abstract concepts of love, jealousy, rage and hope conspire to invade the physical realm and turn it into an orgy of madness.
And at the center of it all is a man who can stop it. A Man who can set everything right. But he is mortally wounded.
Had he not been injured, he might have been able to weaken the coming storm, had he not been kept alive by his fanatical followers, he might have ascended and brought humanity into a glorious new plain of existance. But he is injured, and he is alive, kept in stasis on his Golden Throne as everything he has built over thousands of years falls apart around him.