When Lyra said, "That day is coming soon," no one could have guessed how quickly it would arrive.
For three relentless years, she had been the sharpest blade on the battlefield. Wherever she went, destruction followed—a trail of shattered Stellar Devourers and defeated Empire soldiers.
Now, her military journey reached a turning point.
"Rear Admiral Lyra, for your three exceptional service medals, nine first-class commendations, and numerous second-class awards in the past year alone, we hereby promote you to the rank of Rear Admiral."
The announcement aired live, and the world watched as Lyra, her tranquil catlike eyes revealing nothing, accepted the honor with unshaken composure.
Her lips, as delicate as flower petals, remained still, and her straight, refined nose only added to her serene elegance. Her waist-length black braid, sleek and scorpion-like, paired flawlessly with the crisp lines of her white uniform.
