The docking clamps engaged with a groaning hiss, echoing through the cold steel corridor of the void station. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and the faint tang of ozone from recently blessed purification rites. Two Inquisitors strode through the mists of the station’s atmospheric processors, their presence imposing even among the thrumming industrial lifelines of the Imperium.

Inquisitor Caelith of the Ordo Malleus led the way, his carapace armor enameled with sigils of warding and protection. A force hammer hung at his side, its haft inscribed with litanies against the daemonic. His pale, scarred face was set in a grim scowl as he adjusted the purity seal that fluttered against his shoulder plate.

Beside him, Inquisitor Rhenna of the Ordo Hereticus moved with a deliberate, predatory grace. Her dark eyes were sharp beneath the brim of her wide-brimmed hat, and her ornate bolt pistol rested loosely in its holster. She carried a book of Ecclesiastical writs under one arm, a symbol of her unyielding dedication to rooting out the unclean. The faint aroma of sanctified oils lingered in her wake, a reminder of her fervent faith.