The Siege of Terra has ended, and soon The Scouring will begin. I’m eagerly waiting for it. Yet this story never truly seems to end, thankfully so, because some things are meant to last a little longer and not have a final conclusion, even if they eventually outlive us readers, at least in a temporal sense. I’ve made peace with the idea of incompletion, or perhaps I’ve simply convinced myself of it, grounding that thought in the comfort that something will always be there waiting for me, and that, in itself, is encouraging. Since entering the world of Warhammer 40K, I’ve felt a constant sense of satisfaction, even joy, because its universe and lore are so vast and layered that I can endlessly uncover new details. Even better, I can return to what I’ve already read, as repetition helps me overcome the limits of memory. Beyond the new additions, there is also the return, which, of course, deepens understanding. The Era of Ruin , as beautifully described in its prologue, feels like a fare...