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Her legs shaked. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. Spat on her. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. “Are you certain?” Verena asked quietly. Laughed. She never spoke of what she endured. She did not scream. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. “Then let me break. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. It is not glorious. “Bite. Roxy volunteered without hesitation. “I carry the fire,” she whispered. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. The alarms began to scream across the compound.