Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. Sofias body was unmistakable even in the barely lit crawl space – slim waist, big ass. They didnt know if they were the only ones left alive, and they didnt care at this point. Sofia was gasping and tears rolled down her face non stop. Only a strangled sob that died in her throat. They didnt know if they were the only ones left alive, and they didnt care at this point. Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. Every surface sweated with an oily film, the consequence of its violent brush with the immaterium. The warp, however, was a realm that no one truly understood, and even the most prepared soldiers couldn’t predict the dangers that lay in wait. “Something’s wrong,” Vendric muttered, his voice low but filled with tension. However, it wasn’t her physical appearance that defined her, nor did she ever let it overshadow the other qualities that made her a valuable member of the Astra Militarum.
