The Chaos Sea was not an empty vacuum. It was a churning violent ocean of raw paradox and unformatted concepts.
Navigating it was like trying to sail a wooden raft through a hurricane of liquid razor blades.
Arthur Sterling stood at the Ebon Helm with his hands gripped tightly around the obsidian wheel.
His dark coat whipped wildly around him despite the closed windows of the bridge. The sheer conceptual friction of the Ark pushing through the Primordial Chaos was bleeding into the room.
"Report!" Arthur barked as his eyes locked on the chaotic swirls of non Euclidean colors outside the viewport.
"The structural integrity is holding at eighty percent." Sylvia Thorne called out from the primary engineering console.
The Arch Mage was sweating profusely. Her pristine silver hair clung to her forehead as she rapidly fed complex magical equations into the ship grid.
"But we are hitting a massive weather anomaly dead ahead."
