The lead leviathan barreled through the void, its miles-long body twisting and reforming into jagged mouths and grasping limbs. The hull pulsed with corrupted flesh, but its core still fought the Veilwhisper influence.
That core now pumped out counter-resonance waves that hit imperial crews like a drug, flooding ships with raw lust and threatening to shut down whole gun crews from overload.
Elizabeth gave the order without hesitation. "Boarding team to the tongue. We hit the core directly. Fleet, keep it pinned."
The imperial family teleported straight onto the extendable boarding appendage that had clamped onto an imperial frigate. They materialized inside a humid corridor of living meat. Thick veins throbbed along the walls. Slick membranes covered every surface and twitched at the slightest contact. Gravity shifted constantly, making every step feel like swimming through warm syrup. The air reeked of heavy spores that made skin burn and blood rush straight to the groin.
