“You carried the future,” he said. ***
They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. It is not glorious. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. As long as the core reaches him.”
Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. Vents hissed. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. But it is holy. In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, where war consumes entire systems and faith is often the only armor left, there are souls who embody the Imperium’s most harrowing truths. Her pride shattered. She had prepared the core, anointed it, warmed it with sacred oils to ease the passage. She endured, because there was no choice.
