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Creedon Vask commanded the 88th Kharon-Veil Rifles when the shrine moon’s distress signal broke into prayer, static, and screams. His regiment was not elite. They were tired garrison soldiers, pilgrim-born volunteers, PDF survivors, and a few hardened void veterans who had learned to sleep through sirens. Creedon expected evacuation duty. Instead, he got plague bells in the medicae tents, false orders from Lucent Tidehex’s illusions, Iron Warriors shelling from Ferrik Blackmaul’s batteries, and Khorne berserkers pushing through corridors where civilians were still hiding. He became tied to the Reliquary when he refused Aurelian Lionshield’s first extraction order. The Custodian wanted the casket moved immediately. Creedon pointed out that the landing zones were still full of wounded mortals and that a sacred object did not outrank living soldiers under his command. Hroth laughed loud enough to make the vox crackle. Valdren did not laugh, but he adjusted the defence line. That decision saved thousands, though Creedon lost nearly half his regiment holding the west causeway while Skarn and Ferrum Rho-17 kept the vault route open. Since Kharon-Veil, Creedon has become the mortal hinge in the loyalist compact. Space Wolves trust his courage, Custodians tolerate his bluntness, Ferrum relies on his vox discipline, and the Ultramarine leader Varro One-Eye uses his reports to coordinate counterattacks. Creedon hates Vermus Biletooth for poisoning his medicae station, despises Vexor Silkfin for turning wounded screams into music, and keeps a private kill order for Gorevyr Blackmaw after the black wolf broke through a trench line. He knows he is outmatched by most of the thirty-one, but that has never been the Guard’s problem. His role is to hold the line long enough for gods, monsters, and giants to remember that wars are won by those who reload under fire. His torn banner stays beside the Reliquary map, a reminder that giants spend mortal lives.