A Sisters of Silence commander stood at the center of the Black Ship's bridge, her expression grave. Her hands moved constantly in complex gestures, relaying urgent orders to the Sisters of Silence around her as they fought desperately against the enemy.
Those orders were like beacons in the darkness, guiding the sisters as they resisted wave after wave of Judgement Custodes surging relentlessly toward the bridge.
Yet despite the commander's utmost efforts to direct and coordinate the defense, bad news continued to reach her ears one after another.
The reports from the Black Ship's captain were utterly despairing: Sisters of Silence squads sent to support the auxiliary soldiers had been mercilessly wiped out one after another by those frenzied attacking heretics!
Each such dreadful report was like a heavy hammer smashing into the commander's heart.
By now, only a handful of Sisters of Silence remained aboard the entire Black Ship. Apart from the few sisters still holding the bridge, all the others had fallen heroically while supporting the various defensive lines.
Faced with such devastating losses, rage blazed within the commander. Her eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and she wished she could charge out at once to fight those detestable heretics to the death.
But reason told her that acting rashly now would only bring more needless casualties, and the battle had already begun its irreversible slide into the abyss of defeat.
The commander made a series of gestures toward a newly inducted sister beside her, issuing one order after another.
The new sister watched the commander's gestures with complete focus. Once she understood the commander's intent, she nodded without hesitation, turned, and relayed the order to the captain as quickly and accurately as possible.
"Immediately gather every last defensive force on the bridge!" The Sister of Silence's voice exploded