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It was done. Roxy screamed. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy. No weapons. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. Vents hissed. She could not. And then the bolter fire began. “They will hear us.”

There was no time. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. Roxy screamed. 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**. But it is holy. What she had become. The weight seated fully. The pain was unspeakable. She arched her back. “Roxy,” he rasped. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. “Inside. Her legs shaked. One eye was swollen shut. “You carried the future,” he said. A relic of war never meant for flesh. It was a tool. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy.