The alarms began to scream across the compound. The weight seated fully. But in a galaxy that grinds even saints to dust, her greatest act of service would come not from battle — but from surrender. It was done. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints
Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. ***
They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. “You carried it, child.”
Roxy said nothing. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. It was done. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. Her body was already tense. When a captured Astartes — Brother-Sergeant Caelen — was discovered deep behind enemy lines, a desperate plan was devised. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. One eye was swollen shut.
