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. She didn’t have to. Redporn The capsule slid in by degrees. Her legs shaked. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. This is the story of an unspeakable mission. And then the bolter fire began. It was a tool. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. Nothing could prepare a body for this. “You’ve already done enough.”
He locked the core into his broken plate. “You carried the future,” he said. She endured, because there was no choice. No armor. The belt muffled it only slightly as the edges of the capsule stretched her farther than she thought possible. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. But when Verena pressed her gloved hand to Roxy’s thigh and began the process — careful, slow, unforgiving — all pretense shattered. This tale does not seek comfort or triumph. He only looked at her — truly looked — and understood what she had done. Caelen, grim and silent, began the extraction. She did not scream.