LIGHT SIDE HOWLING BLADES EXARCH

Before the squad tears across the battlefield in a blur of psychic rage and monomolecular blades, someone has to lead the scream. That someone is the Exarch. Clad in soul-bonded warplate etched with the remnants of a lost language, this ancient warrior doesn't speak - she resonates. The Exarch is more than a commander - she's a living echo of an empire that's all but crumbled to dust. Every kill she claims is a prayer. Every strike is a memory dragged from the void. And when she moves, it's not