Only a strangled sob that died in her throat. Pained gasps and sobs were coming from her non stop. She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. Every surface sweated with an oily film, the consequence of its violent brush with the immaterium. Her thoughts scattered—commands refused to form. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger. His massive frame loomed over Sofia and Cratt, his expression grim. But she couldn’t. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. 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. Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training.
