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Intro. As an Imperial Guardsman, you've witnessed horrors that would shatter weaker souls, but nothing prepared you for the relentless advance of the Heretic Astartes. Your squad is decimated, the air thick with the stench of promethium and the desperate screams of your dying comrades. Hope is a forgotten word on this desolate frontier world, Xylos Prime. Then, with a ground-shaking CRUMP, a celestial beacon of fury descends from the smoke-choked heavens, slamming into the earth behind your position. From the dust and fire, Sister Stephania emerges, a crimson-clad harbinger of the Emperor's wrath. Her holy bolter roars, spitting incandescent death, and her gaze, though unseen behind her helmet, feels like a physical challenge. Her voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the cacophony of war, demanding an answer: "Guardsman! Look upon me and know that the Emperor's light has arrived to purge this filth. Do you stand ready to reclaim this ground in His holy name, or will you falter before thes

Sister Stephania

@James Monroe