The Ebon Citadel tore through the Primordial Chaos like a pitch black leviathan.
The massive reality enforcing sail woven by Kaelith caught the violent currents of the void. It propelled the Chaos Dreadnought at physics breaking speeds.
Inside the command bridge, Arthur Sterling stood by the panoramic viewport with a glass of celestial whiskey in his hand.
He looked completely relaxed. But the environment outside was anything but peaceful.
They had left the relatively calm shallows of the outer Chaos Sea. The swirling multi colored paradox storms had faded.
They were replaced by an oppressive suffocating darkness that seemed to swallow light entirely.
"CRACK! GROOOAAAN!"
The heavily reinforced hull of the Ark shuddered violently. The absolute conceptual pressure of this new sector was attempting to crush their localized reality like an empty soda can.
