The invisible vessel soon dropped out of warp. It hadn't stopped in open space; it had pierced the veil of a restricted dimension.
They had arrived at the coordinates of the Space Tunnel and it looked unrecognizable.
A normal Space Tunnel was a roaring river of subspace currents. But this one was a graveyard. It seemed like something had ravaged the structural integrity of the dimension.
The "walls" of the tunnel were scarred with jagged cracks where void leaked through. The once-violent gravitational tides were now weak, stagnant pools.
"It is wounded," Zero said to the crew. "Fortune smiles upon the Shadow."
He stepped out afterward, followed by the twelve other beings in the vessel with him..
Zero inhaled deeply, though there was no air to breathe. He was tasting the metaphysical scent of the area.
"I can sense it," Zero whispered with reverence and hunger. "It is not bound to anyone. The Core sits alone."
