Terror bloomed in her chest. She tried to resist — clenched her jaw, willed herself to stop—but her body betrayed her, her arm moving with disturbing precision and unyielding force. They just wanted to get out. Sofia was the last to enter, her heart racing as the sounds of the warp’s chaos grew louder behind them. 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. Sofia didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: she and her team would face it together, as they always had. Her right arm jerked. Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, and the ship’s automated alarms blared to life, warning of an imminent breach in the warp engine’s containment. Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently.
