Chapitre 1455: Space Wreckage

Author's Note: Unedited Chapter

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The young man had the poised bearing of a seasoned leader despite his youth. His black dreadlocks were tied back neatly, accentuating sharp, tanned features that carried the weight of his responsibilities.

He was clad in a simple yet elegant robe that did not overshadow the three-headed dragon emblem embroidered in silver thread on his chest—a symbol of his family's heraldry and their fierce protectiveness over their domain.

Around him, guards in pristine, white robes stood at attention. Their robes bore the same three-headed dragon on the back, a symbol that was both a promise and a warning to all who might have dared to challenge their family's rule.

At that moment, a figure dressed in the muted grays of a civilian administrator stood before Stark, delivering a report with a digital tablet in hand. The hall echoed softly with the rhythmic, unobtrusive sound of his voice.