The Hallowed Knights are counted the most faithful of all the Stormcast Eternals, a Stormhost whose ranks were drawn only from souls who died with Sigmar's name upon their lips. Where other chambers recruit heroes and conquerors, the Hallowed Knights take the martyr and the pilgrim, and their war-cry — "Only the faithful!" — rings across every realm where their silver armour catches the storm-light.
Their purity is no comfort against the toll of reforging. Each time a Hallowed Knight falls in battle, his soul is dragged back to Azyr and hammered anew upon the Anvil of Apotheosis, and each return strips something human away. Yet the Stormhost bears this curse as penance, believing that faith itself is the weapon that shall not dull.
The Hallowed Knights fight beside the mortal armies of the Cities of Sigmar, lending their thunder to sieges that would otherwise be lost. Grimly they endure the slow erosion of self, trusting that when the God-King's tally is reckoned, their unbroken devotion will weigh heavier than the memories they have surrendered to the storm.
The registry continues
