HardX Alex Grey Is A DREAM

HardX Alex Grey Is A DREAM Verena whispered prayers as she worked — half to comfort Roxy, half to steel herself. Eporner “Make it worth it,” she whispered. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. The pressure was overwhelming. The weight seated fully. “We need to remove it.”

“Quietly,” she said. No weapons. Nothing could prepare a body for this. She endured, because there was no choice. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. Her vision swam. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. A relic of war never meant for flesh. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. Heavy. And then the bolter fire began. Those who served with her never forgot. But it is holy. She could not. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints

Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. A relic of war never meant for flesh. 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. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. 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**.