After a brief respite, the Alliance fleet finally caught its breath.
Lyra was summoned to the medical ship to treat soldiers gravely injured by the Stellar Devourers.
Wherever she passed, soldiers and medics alike stared at her with a mix of fear and awe. Her brutal efficiency on the battlefield had left an indelible impression.
The battle monitors told the tale of her carnage: ten high-ranking enemy generals, 92 senior officers, and an uncountable number of ordinary soldiers had fallen by her hand.
Her superpower had swept through the battlefield like an unstoppable storm, decimating all in its path. Even the infamous Master Peculiar mercenaries, hired under an ironclad contract with the Empire, had broken rank and fled the moment she turned her attention to them.
Her achievements were nothing short of legendary. Few could imagine, let alone replicate, such a feat.
