Hunted by the Adeptus Astartes, the Ork Mogrok has made a desperate gambit: he has opened a warp rift on Alaric Prime.
The planet plunges into new depths of madness as war rages on. Hordes of Chaos Daemons pour in from the rift, threatening to sweep over the Sanctus Reach system.
Only the Space Wolves stand tall before the chaotic tide, the last bastion of the Imperium. Should they fall the whole system will be lost and all the blood that has been spilt so far will be for nothing.
This is why they won't relent. They will fight in the name of the Emperor with tooth and claw in a feral maelstrom, back to back with warriors of legend. This is how sagas are born, in blood and chaos.