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Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. One eye was swollen shut. But still she did not cry out. This is the story of an unspeakable mission. She arched her back. They beat her. She never spoke of what she endured. “We need to remove it.”

“Quietly,” she said. But when Verena pressed her gloved hand to Roxy’s thigh and began the process — careful, slow, unforgiving — all pretense shattered. “Bite. 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. She never spoke of what she endured. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. The capsule slid in by degrees. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. They took her without resistance. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. Between them lay the object: a power core encased in sanctified adamantium, roughly the size of a gauntleted fist. Nothing could prepare a body for this. The pain was white, all-consuming. No tools. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. This is the story of an unspeakable mission. One eye was swollen shut. 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**.