She simply rolled onto her side and wept — not from shame, but from the knowledge that her body was no longer hers. Between them lay the object: a power core encased in sanctified adamantium, roughly the size of a gauntleted fist. 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. Caelen caught the capsule, cradling it like a relic. They never suspected that deep within her, past layers of bruised and trembling muscle, pulsed the one thing that could awaken a Space Marine’s broken armor and turn him into a weapon again. In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, where war consumes entire systems and faith is often the only armor left, there are souls who embody the Imperium’s most harrowing truths.
