“Something’s wrong,” Vendric muttered, his voice low but filled with tension. They didnt know if they were the only ones left alive, and they didnt care at this point. The walls shook as if the ship itself were being torn apart, and Sofia could feel the oppressive weight of the warp pressing against her mind. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Sofia led the remaining guardsmen through the maintenance duct. They just wanted to get out. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. “Down this way!” Sofia barked, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned commander. Pained gasps and sobs were coming from her non stop. Locked eyes, Vendric and Cratt held Sofia and tried to pull her arm out.
