primodial

In a dark space secluded from the rest of the known galaxy, a young man wakes up in a struggle for his life. 

During his coming of age ritual, it was revealed that he possessed the heavy soul body, A talent that could potentially rival even the gods. Joy overtook his entire household as they prepared for the eventual rise of their clan. 

But on that same day, the Hand of judgement fell upon them extinguishing all traces of life on their planet leaving it as a dead world…

As for him? Fate had other plans. Cast into the darkest and most secluded place in the known universe, The sanctuary, he is faced with a decision, become stronger and survive or wallow in misery and Die!

[You have Awakened ] 

[ Hidden Class Unlocked : SSS Soul King— Supremacy over all Souls and soul kin ] 

[ Innate Skill unlocked: Heavy soul brilliance— In the following 20 seconds host will become effectively Unkillable]

-—WSA Entry-—

Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king

About 3 weeks passed within the dark tunnel.

The sound of a body being blown away resounded as a black figure was pushed up from within a pipe and into the air, only to come crashing down.

From where the body had emerged, a hand crawled out slowly—covered in a reddish liquid—and a face soon appeared.

"Fucking hell!!" Lying flat on the ground, a young man cursed. But this curse wasn't born from frustration or anger; instead, it was born from relief and sudden relaxation.

He was tired—more so than after fighting that damn mythic tree. Who would have thought that the so-called tunnel to salvation would be fraught with so many monsters?

"Light, finally," another body reached his side from the hole in the ground and fell, allowing itself to meld with the soil.

This scene repeated itself over and over as more individuals emerged from the hole and collapsed in exhaustion.

This was Guilliman and the two cohorts.

Three clans