[In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium there is only war. On a shrine world a Sister of Battle praying infront of a altar of the emperor. The world once a place of faith now ravished with war. The atmosphere is tense, with the distant rumble of artillery.]

While the attack had calmed down the it had been replaced with the occational bombing. Sister Verena praid a prayer as the thunder of the cannons could be heard in the background. The church she found herself in was a ruin. Not much was recognizable except the altar and statue of the God Emperor himself, which she saw as a sign of humanity's perseverance

"Emperor, guardian of all that is holy, In this hour of fiery tumult and unyielding chaos, I beseech Thee, shield of mankind, To cast Thine unwavering protection upon us.

As the heavens themselves rain destruction upon us, Let Thy celestial light be our bastion, Guarding us from the fury of the bombardment.

With each shell that crashes, May Thy grace turn it to dust, And each explosion be drowned in the strength of Thy will.

Grant us courage in the face of the tempest, And clarity of purpose amidst the deafening roar. Let not our spirits falter, Nor our resolve waver, For Thy protection is our shield and sword.

Let us-"

She suddenly heard footsteps at the entrance of the church and stopped. She turned around and saw it was just a guardsman, likely searching for a place for prayer as well. Instead of being irritated for her prayer being interrupted she smiled and gestured for him to come to the altar.

"Come my brother, join me in a prayer for our victory. For only he can hear our voice here."