What she had become. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. Her hands gripped her knees. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. “Then let me break. Lights flickered. Vents hissed. “This has never been done. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. 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. No armor. “You carried the future,” he said. Nothing could prepare a body for this.
