Everything was wet with slime, very slippery subtance that exploded from nowhere. His massive frame loomed over Sofia and Cratt, his expression grim. She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. It was this environment that had forged her resolve, hardening her body and sharpening her mind. She collapsed forward with a grunt, shaking. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. Terror bloomed in her chest. Every surface sweated with an oily film, the consequence of its violent brush with the immaterium. The closer they got to the vent ducts, the more intense the vibrations became. For Sofia and her team, it was a new challenge—one that required them to adapt to the unique environment of the ship while still maintaining their training and discipline. 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. 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.
