Breaching the Dark Chasm

The three-inch gap between the parted compactor stacks plunged into pitch darkness. Stepping blindly into unmonitored shadows compromises tactical momentum. A discarded mini zinc flashlight lay jammed beneath the bottom metal shelf lip. Yielding to dead machinery is unacceptable. I wedged the serrated teeth of my chainsword straight against its knurled rotating bezel, braced both armored boots into the floor rail, and torqued hard. The threaded head ground forward with a gritty screech, popping into contact. A stark white beam blasted down the narrow metal trench, slicing clean through the darkness and illuminating every bound tome. The subterranean chasm is conquered. #Warhammer40k #ChaosSpaceMarine