Vendric was right behing her and saw how her body tensed as her arm muscles flexed. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Her voice didn’t come. Her family had been poor, struggling to make ends meet, and Sofia had learned to be resourceful from a young age. “I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed. Now.”
The rumbling grew louder, the tremors more violent, and then came the unmistakable sound of the warp itself, a distant, howling scream that sent chills down their spines. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Sofia’s body convulsed. Raised in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, she had grown up on a hive world, surrounded by the harsh realities of life under the Emperor’s rule. 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.
