The wisdom of the ancients is recompiled, and Liberty opens its doors to a world begging for an end to the dark.
By the power of old, man is granted a baptism of white fire that cleanses the veil between the Dream and the Real.
There is no pain nor regret, only a blinding, holy light that evaporates the soul before it can scream.
The world is a scorched temple to warpfire, the god that finally listens to grant one final mercy.
...and the wheel turns, a white ember in the void.
The psionic currents of the Dreamspace profoundly scar and warp the surface of the Earth, turning it into something unrecognisable, and killing the vast majority of its population. Mankind’s cradle arrives at a compatible dimension in a strange solar system with only a few thousand humans remaining, holding on to scraps of the Old World's knowledge and eking out a neolithic lifestyle.
The Cult of Sol completes its holy quest to recompile the Lavunsh Codex, activating an ancient facility whose cryptic inscriptions promise eternal salvation: Liberty Arsenal, the last pre-war nuclear stockpile, containing dozens of experimental multimegaton-grade warpstone-fusion bombs. Their detonations pierce the thin veil between Alice and The Dreamspace, bringing forth a storm of warpfire that cleanses all that is.