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“Inside. She never spoke of what she endured. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. After endless minutes, the pressure shifted. She arched her back. Nothing could prepare a body for this. She never spoke of what she endured. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. They took her without resistance. Lights flickered. “You carried the future,” he said. No armor. She did not scream. Vents hissed. Her pride shattered. Lights flickered. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. She simply rolled onto her side and wept — not from shame, but from the knowledge that her body was no longer hers. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. Nothing could prepare a body for this. “Then let me break. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. A vessel. Heavy. But it is holy. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains.