[I bet those spores are what knocked everyone out. It's like a biological weapon!]
[Spores can carry neurotoxins or pathogens that disrupt the central nervous system. If those things are airborne, we're looking at a massive risk.]
[Are they infectious? What if they spread beyond the tunnels? Could they infect an entire planet?]
[I've never seen anything like this, and I've fought Zergs before. Whatever this is, it's new.]
[The princess is insane! She's still standing in there, surrounded by that stuff!]
[She's not insane, she's brave. If anyone can figure out a way to deal with this, it's her.]
[I don't know about you, but I'm starting to think this planet wasn't as unexplored as they claimed. Someone must've known about this.]
[If they knew, why send students here? This is criminal negligence!]
The comments continued to flood in, theories and accusations flying as panic mixed with admiration for Ahcehera's composure.
Back in the tunnel, Syverian completed its task. "Mistress, I've secured a sample of the spores. Running analysis now."
Ahcehera stood still, her gaze fixed on the glowing core.
"Good. I want to know everything about these spores. Their origin, their purpose, and most importantly, how to neutralize them. If these things are keeping everyone unconscious, they might be the key to saving them."
As the analysis began, the viewers held their collective breath, captivated by the unfolding mystery and the princess's unwavering resolve in the face of an unprecedented threat.
I hope to succeed!
The analysis confirmed Ahcehera's suspicion. The spores carried potent neurotoxins capable of paralyzing creatures upon contact.
The severity of the effects varied, some would eventually recover, while others might remain in an eternal sleep.
Ahcehera furrowed her brow as she considered the implications.
"Syverian, can mental power destroy the essence of a being and sever its connection to the physical form?"
Syverian responded, "Based on research articles published by the Science Institute, mental power has been theorized to disrupt biological essence. The process is untested in this scenario but theoretically possible."
A bold idea sparked in Ahcehera's mind. "Then we're testing that theory today. Extract a bag of my blood, Syverian."
The live stream exploded with chaos as her words reverberated through the broadcast.
[What did she just say? Her blood? Why does she need to do that?]
[This is reckless! Someone stop her!]
[Her blood might have unique properties that could disrupt the Zerg essence. But this is a dangerous gamble.]
[The princess is literally bleeding for us. I don't know whether to salute her or beg her to stop.]
[She's not just a strategist, she's a warrior. How many nobles would put their lives on the line like this?]
[If she succeeds, this could revolutionize how we deal with Zerg infestations. If she fails... the consequences could be catastrophic.]
[The galaxy's youngest princess is risking her life for others. Do you see now why she's the pride of our empire?]
[Someone needs to get the military reinforcements to her location! She shouldn't be alone in this fight!]
Ignoring the uproar she couldn't hear, Ahcehera remained focused as Syverian extracted a bag of her blood.
When the process was complete, she instructed the mecha, "Inject the blood into the core of the veins."
The crimson fluid flowed into the nucleus, and the reaction was immediate. The pulsating veins writhed violently, their movements chaotic and frenzied.
The glow of the core intensified as if the blood had awakened a primal hunger.
Syverian's sensors flared. "Mistress, the veins are reacting strongly. They appear to be absorbing your blood and demanding more. The nucleus is destabilizing."
Ahcehera watched the volatile reaction, her mind racing. "Syverian, do you think it's possible to control my blood using mental power to force the nucleus into self-destruction?"
The mecha hesitated before responding, "There is no recorded precedent for such an act, Mistress. The likelihood of success is unknown."
"Then I'll create the precedent," Ahcehera said with quiet determination.
She closed her eyes, drawing upon the deep reserves of her mental power.
The viewers were stunned into silence as the young princess concentrated, her face serene despite the overwhelming danger.
[Is she... manipulating her own blood? With mental power?]
[The ability to control blood flow with mental energy is a skill I thought was theoretical. How does she even know how to do this?]
[She's more than a princess, she's a prodigy. The galaxy doesn't deserve her.]
[This is why the royal family stays at the top. The princess is literally rewriting science before our eyes!]
[But can she survive this? What if the nucleus resists?]
Inside the tunnel, Ahcehera's mind connected with the blood she had given. She visualized its flow through the veins and into the unstable nucleus.
With every ounce of her will, she forced the blood to destabilize the essence of the core.
The nucleus began to shudder violently, emitting high-pitched shrieks that echoed through the cavern.
The viewers watched in awe, the chat overflowing with messages of fear, hope, and admiration as the galaxy's youngest princess attempted the impossible.
-
The royal family's war council room buzzed with tension.
Holographic screens displayed live footage of the princess's broadcast, the image of writhing Zerg veins and pulsating eggs filling the space with an ominous glow.
Military officials, scientists, and royal advisors spoke over one another, their voices filled with urgency and frustration.
"This is madness!" bellowed General Varn, slamming his fist on the table.
"Why was the princess even allowed near such a dangerous area without proper escort? Who approved this mission?"
"She went rogue," a colonel interjected. "She made the decision herself after suspecting the safety of the students was compromised."
An advisor from the royal family snapped back, "Rogue or not, this is unacceptable. The galaxy's youngest princess is risking her life for what? A theory? She has no reinforcements, no contingency plan!"
A scientist chimed in, his voice shaky. "We mustn't forget the bigger picture. If she succeeds in destabilizing the Zerg nucleus, it could provide us with invaluable insight into Zerg biology. This could change the tide of the war!"
"And if she fails?" growled Admiral Orlan. "Do you expect the galaxy to forgive us for losing its brightest star? The people are watching this live, for stars' sake!"
The room descended into heated debate once again, voices clashing like swords in battle.
Amid the uproar, Major General Mors stood stoically, his eyes locked on the holographic display.
His face betrayed no emotion, but his clenched fists told another story. When he finally spoke, his voice cut through the noise like a blade.
"Enough."