To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Yet, despite its intimidating size and the ever-present danger of the warp, Sofia moved with confidence, a trained warrior of the Astra Militarum. They had no time to waste. Her arm rotated behind putting her fist right at her asshole. The ship was a floating fortress, a massive war machine designed to transport troops and munitions through the perilous reaches of the warp. Her body was equally captivating—slim, toned, and lithe, her movements graceful but purposeful. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. “I was awake. No matter the danger. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence.
