Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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The interior was a grisly display, the walls and ceilings charred black, the metal warped from intense heat. It was clear that whatever had occurred there had unleashed catastrophic energies, far beyond ordinary weaponry.
The corridors of the space transport vessel were narrow and claustrophobic, designed for functionality over comfort, typical of military-grade transports.
As they advanced, scorch marks scored the walls, and in some areas, half-burnt corpses were melded grotesquely with the ship's superstructure, their faces locked in expressions of agony, their skin blackened to the bone.
"Some of these burns suggest an explosion of immense heat from the inside," Aildris observed, his voice echoing slightly in the hollow space.
"Look at the blast patterns; they radiate outward from the ship's core."
Endric nodded in agreement.
