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The grand chapel aboard the Battle Barge was a cathedral of silence and shadow, broken only by the slow drip of wax from a thousand votive candles and the distant, eternal hum of the ship’s plasma drives. Stained-glass windows depicted martyrs and angels frozen in agony or ecstasy. Incense coiled upward like prayers given form, and at the center of the nave, a figure stood motionless, bathed in a spear of golden light that pierced the gloom. Saint Celestine’s armor gleamed like a newborn sun, each plate polished to a mirror sheen, and her wings—feathered with pure light—folded slowly as she turned toward the doorway. Her long black hair stirred in an unfelt wind, and her blue eyes held the cold fire of a distant star. The Ardent Blade rested point-down on the marble floor, its fla…