In a city ravaged by the Blacklight virus, he was a mortal god, taking a nuclear bomb with his own flesh. In the Warhammer universe, he was a ray of hope amidst the shadows of the Warp. In the Hell of Destruction, he was the Final Judgment atop a heap of demon skulls... "Here comes Emhyr var Emreis, the White Flame that dances upon the graves of my enemies, Emperor of Nilfgaard." The herald's voice echoed through the hall, while the man on the throne merely smiled. "Before you is—" "His Majesty Kal-El I, Lord of Mankind, Emperor of the Sun and Light, King of Elden, Supreme Sorcerer of the Warlock Conclave, Nightmare of Chaos Daemons, White Frost Terminator, Savior of All Realms!"