Nova and Anna burst through the hatch as Nyx opened it, her voice ringing sharply in their ears.
"Move it! The ship's going to blow, and I'm not waiting around to become space dust!"
The moment they crossed into their own ship, the hatch slammed shut behind them. Red lights flared to life as alarms blared through the corridors.
The subtle hum of the ship's systems turned into a sharp, escalating whine.
"Strap in. This won't be smooth."
Nova ordered, grabbing onto the edge of a panel.
Anna barely had time to dive into the nearest seat and fasten herself in before Nyx shouted:
"Jump in three—two—"
A ripple of blue aether surged through the ship as the emergency warp engaged. The world outside fractured into lines, blurring into nothingness.
But before their jump fully severed from space, the view of the god of death's corrupted ship came into full focus.
