บท 994: The Fugitive [Pt 2]

Ciara Epilson stepped into the spacious office of the Grand Federation Base, her presence a stark contrast to the polished surroundings.

They adorned the walls with holographic displays, showcasing intergalactic conquests and achievements. The head of the base, a distinguished alien man named Giovani, looked up from his desk, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Ciara? Is that really you?" Giovani's voice wavered, disbelief etched into his face. Memories of their shared past were replayed in his head, revealing a deep-rooted connection.

Ciara's gaze met his, her emerald eyes glinting with a combination of determination and something darker. The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile, sending shivers down Giovani's spine.

"Yes, Giovani, it's me." she replied, her voice carrying an unmistakable edge.