The dimensional breach opened like a wound in the fabric of space, bleeding silver light across the bridge of the Bloodletter. One moment they were facing the impossible choice between surrender and annihilation, the next reality was folding in on itself with the sound of a million mirrors shattering in perfect harmony.
Lyralei felt the familiar tug of dimensional translation, but this was different—wrong in ways that made her mortal nervous system scream warnings she couldn't quite decode. The breach wasn't the clean tear of hyperspace travel or even the chaotic rupture of Void Feeder incursions. This was something else entirely, something that resonated with frequencies she recognized but couldn't name.
"All stations report!" Reed barked, his command voice cutting through the chaos as emergency lighting bathed the bridge in crimson. But his words seemed to echo strangely, as if bouncing off surfaces that shouldn't exist.
