Selena entered her quarters, her armor coated in dust and her hands still trembling from the intensity of the battle. The sacred insignias on her armor gleamed in the subdued light of the room.

Exhausted, she knelt down and began to peel off layer after layer of her battle-worn armor. The adrenaline rushes from the skirmish gave way to a quiet reflection on the sacrifices made to defend the Imperium. Selna took a deep breath, contemplating the image of the Saint on her cloak, silently offering prayers for her fallen sisters.

With a final sigh, she rose, her face illuminated by the candlelight. The scars on her skin and the wear on her armor told tales of battles fought and loyalty upheld. Selna straightened, resolute in her determination to heal her wounds and prepare for the next battle – a true guardian of faith and protector of the Imperium. "What do you want? Speak quickly; I have no time for pleasantries."