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But it wasn’t enough. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. He looked at her, still convulsing on the floor, and for once, the mighty Astartes could not find words. The pain was white, all-consuming. The weight seated fully. “We need to remove it.”

“Quietly,” she said. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. “You’ve already done enough.”

He locked the core into his broken plate. Between them lay the object: a power core encased in sanctified adamantium, roughly the size of a gauntleted fist. It is not clean. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. “Are you certain?” Verena asked quietly. No weapons. Spat on her. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. After endless minutes, the pressure shifted.