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He locked the core into his broken plate. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. In a universe where saints are carved from trauma and silence, Roxy’s sacrifice echoes as a brutal testament to the Imperium’s creed: **only in death does duty end**. As long as the core reaches him.”
Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. This tale does not seek comfort or triumph. “You carried the future,” he said. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. But it wasn’t enough. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain.
