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Caelen caught the capsule, cradling it like a relic. Laughed. But in a galaxy that grinds even saints to dust, her greatest act of service would come not from battle — but from surrender. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. But still she did not cry out. When it begins.”

Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. The pain was unspeakable. It was done. Heavy. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints

Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. She arched her back. But it is holy. She could not. Cold. “Make it worth it,” she whispered. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. Her hands gripped her knees. The pain was white, all-consuming. Laughed. She did not scream. “Bite. The weight seated fully. Heavy. The capsule slid in by degrees. “You carried the future,” he said. It was done. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer. She never spoke of what she endured. Still sealed.”

He said nothing. But when Verena pressed her gloved hand to Roxy’s thigh and began the process — careful, slow, unforgiving — all pretense shattered.