It is the 31st Millennium. For centuries the L'ak Emperor of Breenkind has sat immobile on the silver throne. He is master of Breenkind by the will of of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the progenitor age of technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Breen for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die...