for the entire da

turned her head slightly. Beside her bed, a temperature-controlled incubator humme

, her eyes darting away from Lyra's gaze. The open disgust was gone, replaced by a strange,

aid stiffly. "The Commander

le, slow nod. She had nothing left to say t

ic projection materialized. He wore his crisp, black m

gether in a hard line. His voice was as cold as

idn't

silver eyes flashing with irritation. "Lyra, put away these che

yes on the incubator. Nora's sma

ersight. But you are an E-grade female. You cannot provide any effective mental

"I had my adjutant transfer one million star coins to your account. Consider it

ologram. The desperate love that used to burn in h

but every syllable struck like a hammer. "Kaelen Vane. I a

ad never heard this submissive, pathetic fema

you are? You are an E-grade. Without my protection, taking that half-

spike. "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. The Interstellar Tribunal.

bedside panel. The comms link severed instantl

atapad. It clattered against the metal floor

to the pillow. Her body ached terribly, but her che

hief Geneticist Quentin Starfall stood in his secure lab. His white hair wa

rubbing his tired eyes, and slotted the vial into

s back to lo

e

ndicator light suddenly fla

he lab walls began to scream. The energy readouts on

asped. He lunged for th

aximum threshold-the red zone indicating S-grade. The bar shot upwar

g, brilli

that color. It was a genetic signature recorded only in

O

to withstand S-grade energy fl

d through the room. Every glass bea

He ignored the sharp pain in his ribs. He scrambled to his hands an

brightly through the smo

S

r. The only god-tier energy

lming realization. He remembered the lost royal bloodline of the Starfall family.

and reached the emergency comms console. His bloody fing

d, the entire political landscape

crophone, his voice cracking. "We found her! We fo