The darkness around Davis didn't feel oppressive, but it appeared to be vast.
Regardless of how vast it looked at a glance, it was still a chamber that existed inside a spatial fold. The ceiling didn't seem to exist in a conventional sense. Instead, above him stretched a star-filled sky. Nebulae of deep violet and abyssal blue drifted slowly, their pulsing faintly echoing like the breathing of the deep sea.
Threads of silver starlight curved across the void in elegant arcs.
Despite the boundless skies, Davis could feel the boundaries.
This was indeed a room, but how many rooms were there in the entirety of this space? He didn't know as he saw a monumental door to the front.
It was tall, unnaturally so, as though crafted from the void itself. It led to somewhere, but he didn't know where.
"Interesting…"
Davis responded before his lips curled, "Leader, you picked the wrong time to communicate. A Primarch is currently after me."
