Meanwhile, in another space, a mysterious lady with light blue hair and dark silver eyes, who had been lying motionless, slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze drifted toward the surroundings, calm yet faintly curious.
As she looked around, she found herself inside a sleek, metallic spacecraft.
The walls gleamed faintly under strips of soft white light, and the air held the faint scent of polished steel.
Several guards stood at various points along the curved corridor, their armor reflecting the light as they moved about their duties with disciplined precision.
Remaining silent for a while, she closed her eyes briefly, digesting the memories of the clone she had inhabited. A small, knowing smile curved her lips.
"Aleron… how interesting. To think you have become so strong." Her voice was quiet but laced with amusement.
