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Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. Mom and son 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**. No armor. The alarms began to scream across the compound. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. The belt muffled it only slightly as the edges of the capsule stretched her farther than she thought possible. No armor. When it begins.”

Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. It is not clean. The pain was unspeakable. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment. A vessel. She did not scream. The capsule slid in by degrees. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints

Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. “This has never been done. The pressure was overwhelming. Vents hissed. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. Roxy volunteered without hesitation. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. “You carried the future,” he said. Her vision swam. But it is holy. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. It is not glorious.