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The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. They just wanted to get out. “I was awake. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. “Keep moving,” Vendric whispered behind her. By the time she was old enough, she had enlisted in the Astra Militarum, determined to carve out a life of purpose and discipline. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. “We’ve lost containment,” Cratt said, his usually calm voice tinged with a rare note of urgency. She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. Vendric crawled up to her, grabbing her shoulder.