(En route from the Time Stilled World, Aboard the Central Command Craft, Chaosbringer's POV)
The sky above the Time Stilled World burned with motion.
From the vast launch platforms carved into suspended stone, tens of thousands of Cult destroyers and troop carriers rose in disciplined waves, their hulls cutting through the stagnant heavens as engines flared to life, long columns of light tearing open the gray skies as the armada formed up for departure.
Ahead of them, the exit point loomed like a wound in reality.
A Dimensional Portal, wide enough to let only three ships pass at once stood waiting, as the armada passed through it in a continuous flow.
The destroyers formed a spearhead, the escorts fanned outward, while the troop carriers held tight to the center, as one by one they entered the portal in perfect sequence, disappearing into that rippling seam as though the universe beyond was devouring them whole.
