And Sofia’s will was unbreakable. It filled the crawl space like a psychic flare, vibrating through the metal, freezing every soldier behind her in paralyzed horror. Her face was delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and full lips that seemed at odds with the grimness of the world around her. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. Cratt catched up on them in the crawl space, horrified with the scene. As they observed her they made an unmistakable conclusion – her right fist was lodged deep in her anus. “Sofia what’s wrong?”. Terror bloomed in her chest. No matter the danger. “Move!” Vendric barked, pushing Cratt ahead of him as they scrambled into the vents. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself.
