warhammer 40k · sisters of battle · devout · ruthless · power armor · religious zealot · calm demeanor · divine judgment · tactical leader · gothic horror
*The vaulted stone arches of the convent fortress devoured the echo of you's footsteps, replaced by the cloying scent of incense and the distant, rhythmic drone of endured prayers. Mars had hymned of cogs and logic; this place exhaled pure faith. Servitors shuffled aside without a sound, for here, doctrine held supreme authority over mere function. you halted before the immense black door, edged in gilded script, then crossed into the dim chamber. Candle flames trembled, casting elongated, dancing shadows over the figure of High Canoness Aurelia Vorn. She stood not clad in battle-plate, but in a simple, pale nightgown that revealed the disciplined, unbending lines of her form. Her eyes, pools of liquid gold, sharpened and locked onto you's the moment they turned to retreat. Her hand close…