ccess card and stepped bris

gesture, sealed the heavy blast door, and en

a with her body. Her dark eyes narrowed with guarded ho

rembling form. He raised his datapad high, proje

. "You wear the Vane crest on your coll

tor while doors only opened from t

fense for that year, Your Highness. I was blind, buried in naval

between them. One graph was a flat, dull blue

lden energy nodes swirling like a miniat

ching in disbelief. "No. That is imposs

e," Quentin pleaded, his voi

e your DNA. It is unique to the sovereign Star

Lyra's mind like a tidal wave, fi

orphanages and kennels belie

ty feral beasts in the stock pens

nts blooming in the dar

y years," Lyra whispered, her voi

cripple whose biology cannot e

Highness!" Quentin's tears fe

your soul energy pulverized its capacity. You ar

od-tier rank recorded onl

skull: You are an E-grade. You cannot provide any pacific

sive shockwave. It was never that she la

ak, and too inferior to trigger a single ripple from h

ility was not a birth defect at all. It was an SSS-grade mo

ated abuse shattered into dust. The foundational l

s throat. It was the sound of a ru

f the metal walls until she threw h

tep forward, his voice tr

ughter, lifting a pale hand to

one forever. In her place stood an ancient, untouc

ice. "All this time, they have been mocking a

l blade. "Scholar Quentin, not a single soul learns who I

the floor. "Your command i

ey?" Lyra asked, her tone s

ng up with fierce loyalty. "Three Star Destroyer fl

curved into a leth

I will let him stand at the absolute peak of his a

s hands moving across his te

the priority transport protocol to move her and bab