Those who served with her never forgot. Her body was already tense. She never spoke of what she endured. Lights flickered. “You’ve already done enough.”
He locked the core into his broken plate. Roxy lay still, her body exhausted, her purpose fulfilled. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. It may break you.”
Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. She never spoke of what she endured. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. 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**. Still sealed.”
He said nothing. But still she did not cry out. It seeks truth in suffering, and meaning in what one woman gave, when no one else could.
