The Wraith sliced through the torn atmosphere of the Architect ruin-world, its hull shimmering with charged plasma as it dove into the belly of the storm. Below, the Revenant's fortress bloomed like a tumor across the wreckage of the Nexus an impossible structure that breathed in light and exhaled darkness.
Twisted Architect vessels hovered like skeletal guardians around the outer shell of the fortress, no longer piloted just puppeted. Their sync signatures were empty, but they moved with the precision of intent.
On the bridge, Nova muttered under her breath, chewing a stim tab. "If I die, someone better throw me into something expensive."
"You are expensive," Damien replied, fingers dancing across the console. "You're just not refundable."
"Charming," she said, cracking her neck.
Valen stood at the center console, fully armored, his expression stone. "ETA to breach range?"