Roxy volunteered without hesitation. It was done. Caelen, grim and silent, began the extraction. But it wasn’t enough. “You’ve already done enough.”
He locked the core into his broken plate. It is not clean. “Are you certain?” Verena asked quietly. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints
Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. The pain was unspeakable. She could not. “We need to remove it.”
“Quietly,” she said. But in a galaxy that grinds even saints to dust, her greatest act of service would come not from battle — but from surrender. When it begins.”
Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. After endless minutes, the pressure shifted. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. Her hands gripped her knees. Caelen caught the capsule, cradling it like a relic. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. She could not. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints
Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. When it begins.”
Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down.