The air screams as Magnus the Red descends from the skies, and stone runs molten beneath his shadow. Cyclopean son of the Emperor of Mankind, his very presence is anathema to logic. To look upon him is to surrender sanity, and when the Crimson King gazes back, destruction is loosed in unimaginable measure. Second only to the Emperor in terms of psychic ability, he rends asunder reality with a sweep of his blade, annihilating even super-heavy vehicles with the sheer intensity of his ire. Then, with a flex of mighty pinions, Magnus the Red is borne aloft, glorying in his unnatural power as he brings fresh calamity to the weaklings who oppose him.