CHAPTER 417
The Aberrant Mothership was less of a spacecraft and more of a floating continent of death.
Suspended high above the clouds, the colossal vessel stretched for well over twenty kilometres from end to end, its immense shadow swallowing entire cities beneath it.
Whenever it appeared, sunlight struggled to reach the ground, leaving everything below shrouded in an unnatural twilight.
Its hull was forged from an unknown pitch-black metal, jagged and uneven, as though an entire mountain range had been carved into the shape of a warship.
Thousands of overlapping armour plates covered its surface like the scales of an ancient dragon, each one thick enough to withstand unimaginable punishment.
Crimson veins of glowing energy snaked between the plates, pulsing rhythmically like the heartbeat of a living organism.
The underside of the mothership was even more terrifying.
Dozens of enormous circular weapon emplacements were embedded across its belly.
