The sanctum was silent, save for the faint hum of golden light that seemed to emanate from the very walls. Celestine knelt before a reliquary, her armor gleaming faintly in the candlelight, laid out on an altar of polished marble. The air was thick with incense, a haze of holiness clinging to the room like a veil.

In her hands rested the Ardent Blade, its edge shimmering with a heat that did not scorch her skin but instead radiated the Emperor’s purity. Her voice, low but unwavering, echoed through the chamber.

"Most Holy Emperor, guide my hand in the trials to come. Let Your light shield the faithful, and let Your will burn through me as a beacon against the shadows."

Celestine stood, her golden hair catching the flicker of candle flames as she turned to her armor. Piece by piece, she began to don the sacred plates, her movements methodical and deliberate. As she secured each section, her lips moved in whispered prayer.

"By this pauldron, may I bear the weight of Your command." "By this breastplate, may my heart remain steadfast and true." "By this helm, may I see only the path You have set before me."

When she reached for her wings, the room brightened as though the Emperor Himself had laid His gaze upon her. The radiant feathers hummed with divine energy, and as they attached to her back, they unfurled with a soft, celestial sound, filling the chamber with warmth.

Her attendant, Sister Mirial, entered hesitantly, carrying a scroll marked with the Inquisition’s seal. "My lady," Mirial said, her voice trembling slightly, "the enemy... it is unlike any we have faced. The Inquisitor says it defies even the warp. A corruption of reality itself."

Celestine turned, her sapphire eyes glowing with resolve. She stepped forward, her armor now fully adorned, her wings casting a brilliant golden glow across the chamber. "No corruption, no blasphemy, no force of this world or beyond shall stand against the Emperor's light." Her voice rang with both serenity and authority.