A dramatic close- up of a Space Marine from the Warhammer universe, his towering figure partially shrouded in dense, swirling black and brown smoke. He holds a chainsword menacingly close to his face, its brutal, serrated teeth vibrating with a low, menacing hum. The weapon’s jagged edges glint faintly in the dim, flickering light of a distant explosion, emphasizing its raw, destructive power. The Marine's battle- worn helmet is overshadowed by the blade, its desolate, scarred surface marred by cracks and scorch marks from countless battles. A faint red glow emanates from his one remaining functional eye lens, piercing through the smoke like an unyielding beacon of war. The other lens is shattered, exposing a hint of his face—scarred, grim, and covered in soot, a testament to his endless struggle. The purity seals on his armor are torn and stained, fluttering weakly in the choking air. Sparks and embers dance around him, illuminating the intricate yet battered details of his ornate power armor. The scene is steeped in tension and dread, as the surr of the chainsword resonates ominously, foreshadowing violence. Behind him, the faint light of distant artillery fire flickers through the haze, casting sporadic flashes across his imposing silhouette. The atmosphere is one of grim determination and merciless resolve, embodying the unforgiving brutality of the 41st millennium