Through the dry sandstorms of Colchis, a golden fleet cuts through the atmosphere. The ground vibrates with a blinding radiance, and finally, the Master of Mankind steps out from the hatch of a massive warship that has touched down on the surface.

My son, the long night is over, and I have finally found you.

With every step the Emperor takes, the earth trembles. From the massive hand he reaches out, an irresistible pressure and a warm fatherly love are felt simultaneously.