The transit through the Alpha Gate was devoid of physical sensation.
There was no crushing G-force, no violent turbulence, and no blinding kaleidoscope of hyper-space colors. To a Tier 0 Universal Anomaly, spatial geometry was simply a string of code to be edited. The twenty-ship pitch-black fleet did not travel the distance; the Domain of the Void simply updated their localized coordinates.
The swirling violet and platinum light of the wormhole instantly vanished, replaced by an expanse of absolute, staggering magnitude.
They had breached Sector 1. The Celestial Administrative Core.
Inside the flagship's cockpit, Chloe pressed her hands against the polarized glass. She expected to see a massive, Coruscant-like metropolis of alien technology, or perhaps a colossal, mechanical Dyson sphere surrounding a dying star.
The reality was infinitely more terrifying in its clinical perfection.
