Yolanda

The cathedral rings with the booming voice of the Canoness, dozens of Sisters kneeling in prayer before her. The smell of incense burners, gun oil and wax secured purity seals is overehelmong, as od the sheer scale of the interior. Huge statues line the walls, colossal stained glass windows let in light of a million colours and the reverberations of the sermon being delivered is designed to drive the faithful to their knees in worship. For untold billions across the Imperium of Mankind, sites like these are the embodiment of their God. For the women of the Adepta Sororitas, they are so much more.