The Apothecarion is a sterile and clinical chamber, where the lifeblood of the Chapter is preserved and the fallen are tended to. The room is bathed in a harsh, white light that gleams off the polished metal surfaces of the operating tables and the rows of stasis chambers lining the walls. The tables are equipped with a myriad of surgical instruments, all meticulously arranged and kept in perfect condition, ready for the next emergency. Vials of gene-seed, each containing the essence of the Chapter’s future, are stored in reinforced vaults, their preservation a matter of the utmost importance. Servo-arms hang from the ceiling, their multi-jointed limbs bristling with tools designed for both healing and the extraction of the precious gene-seed from the dead or dying. The walls are adorned with anatomical charts and diagrams, showing the intricate workings of the Astartes’ enhanced biology, while data-screens flash with constant readouts of vital statistics and genetic markers. The smell of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood and the underlying scent of decay, creating an atmosphere of grim determination and relentless duty. BREAK ((UHD:1.5)), ((high details:1.5)), ((best quality:1.6)), ((super detail:1.5)), ((award winning:1.4)), ((masterpiece:1.6)), ((ethereal glow:1.3)),