Warhammer 40,000 Reactions

M42.200. A flash of invisible signal pierced the Milky Way, and across the galaxy, from the besieged bastions of Cadia to the sacred majesty of the Golden Throne, indestructible screens unfurled. Neither the fire of Exterminatus, nor the wrath of the Warp, nor the Necron chronometric traps could leave a scratch upon them. Now their surfaces are rippled with dark gray, like cooling ash—a silent promise of impending revelation.

A tense anticipation reigns throughout the realms of mortal and immortal alike. The Adeptus Mechanicus has trained its auspexes, the Astartes Legions have frozen in their battle stances, and Inquisitors have already raised their pens over their indictment scrolls. In the Unforgiven City of Commorragh, Haemonculi anticipate new anatomical mysteries, while Eldar seers vainly search for clues in the patterns of fate. Even the Chaos Gods, distracted from the Great Game, have turned their gaze to the shimmering canvases.

The screen is ready to broadcast the first scene. Its nature is unknown to anyone: perhaps it will be an alien world, an epic battle, or the mundane reality of a distant reality. All the key figures of the era—from the Emperor on the Throne to the Silent King—stand frozen in anticipation, unaware of what they will see, and ready to interpret what is shown only through the prism of their own experiences and the canons of their universe.