Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. Her eyes watered from agony and tears rolled down her cheeks. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. Something far away, noticed her emotion, that like a light in darkness attracted something undescribable into Sofia. Images and commands were forced into her weakened mind. As she crawled into the duct behind her teammates, the access panel slammed shut behind them, sealing them off from the nightmarish forces that were tearing the ship apart. Sofia’s sharp instincts and impeccable aim had quickly earned her a spot on a special forces team, where she had trained alongside other elite Guardswomen. And Sofia’s will was unbreakable. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. “Something’s wrong,” Vendric muttered, his voice low but filled with tension. Something was happening, were they still in the warp space?