They had no time to waste. 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. She knew the ship’s layout well, and the escape vents were their best option for getting out of the immediate danger zone. She had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand—cities shattered by xenos invaders, the screams of civilians caught in the crossfire, and the brutal discipline of the Astra Militarum. It was her sharp mind, unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, and unrelenting drive to survive that truly set her apart. Sofia’s body convulsed. The warp was something alive, something ancient and malevolent, and it was clawing its way into the ship. “I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed.
