Cleo was completely entranced, her hands resting gently on the edge of the container, her eyes glowing faintly.
Rex smirked. "Well," he muttered, "looks like Cleo's too busy being obsessed to explain it to us."
He turned to the twins. "Come on, let's leave her alone with it for now."
Before they could protest, he playfully nudged them toward the exit. "Let's go find something else to do," he said with a grin.
As they left the hangar, Cleo remained still with her gaze fixed on the shimmering liquid.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy…
Carlos found himself in what was easily the most uncomfortable situation of his life.
He sat at a massive dining table, so absurdly long that it felt like he needed a shuttle just to reach the other end. The surface was laden with exquisite dishes, their aromas mingling into a tantalizing blend of high-class cuisine.
