40 Thousand Reasons Chapter 222: Point of view

Lord Commissar Cain was not happy. By every single rule of the universe he should have been long since dead, by claw or bite or bolt, even old age.

Instead, his body was still in its pri, barely a day over 30 years old. The Adeptus Munitorum had already decreed that Commissar Cain was to be considered alive and well even when presented with clear evidence to the contrary.

So far, he had been declared lost in space, devoured by Tyranids, chopped to bits by Orks, fallen into a Warp Vortex, blown apart by a volcano, drowned in a massive tidal wave, even enslaved by the Dark Eldar.

But to nobody's surprise, Cain had always survived.

Even now, when his new was already certain.

I made sure to rember every proposed trick or strategy, and began planning the next war, after this Hive Fleet was destroyed.

For in this grim dark future, there was only war.

The End.