Space tore open in the main command cabinet of the orbital fortress with a soft, almost anticlimactic pop.
Ash, Lyra, and Kael stepped through the spatial rift. The transition was seamless, but the sheer scale of the room hit Ash immediately.
He didn't just look around. He spread his divine sense.
The sensation of his consciousness expanding was like a tidal wave of invisible light washing over a physical landscape. It rolled over the station's bulkheads, swept through the expanded spatial folds, and mapped every single corridor, lab, and reactor in a microsecond.
The air in the station was suturated with cosmic energy filling his every breath, all be it with minuscles effects, and the gravity felt artificially stabilized at a perfect, comfortable 1g. But it was the engineering that truly caught his attention.
