变态

What she had become. No armor. 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. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. “We need to remove it.”

“Quietly,” she said. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. He only looked at her — truly looked — and understood what she had done. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer. She arched her back. With no secure means of delivery, a vital power core was to be transported in the most covert and unthinkable way: hidden within the body of an unarmed Sister. Caelen, grim and silent, began the extraction. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment.