“I was awake. Vendric crawled up to her, grabbing her shoulder. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Her body was equally captivating—slim, toned, and lithe, her movements graceful but purposeful. Terror bloomed in her chest. It was her sharp mind, unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, and unrelenting drive to survive that truly set her apart. Despite the harsh conditions aboard the ship, Sofia and her team had settled into a routine. She collapsed forward with a grunt, shaking. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Vendric was right behing her and saw how her body tensed as her arm muscles flexed. She led the way, her body moving with fluid grace despite the chaos surrounding them. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. Despite the harsh conditions aboard the ship, Sofia and her team had settled into a routine.
