The pressure was overwhelming. Txxx Her body was already tense. He looked at her, still convulsing on the floor, and for once, the mighty Astartes could not find words. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. Her pride shattered. They beat her. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. The pain was white, all-consuming. 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. 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. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. They never suspected that deep within her, past layers of bruised and trembling muscle, pulsed the one thing that could awaken a Space Marine’s broken armor and turn him into a weapon again. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. No tools. 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.
