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massive oren pressed its head beside Rhys, eyes fixed on the screen.
Rhys had just set that photograph as his chat background.
“Got it. Take good care of yourself. Send me a photo whenever you get a chance. Big Chubby Fish and want to see more of you p>
Lyra sent back a short affirmative. “Then I am going to shower first p>
“Alright p>
No further messages followed.
When the screen stopped spitting out new lines, the orca let out a low mournful whine. It clumsily flapped its side fin upward, as if asking: No more words coming?
Rhys rested his chin on his forearm, his tone flat. “Nothing else… I can only wait until she’s free p>
The orca whined again, dejected.
Rhys exited the chat window. Together with his spirit animal, he stared blankly at the photo Lyra had sent.
Ding-dong.
At the message alert. Rhys and the orca both jolted. He pulled the chat window open in an instant.
She said she was going to shower.
A brand-new message sat at the bottom of the thread.
“Do
you want to escape the Black Spire p>
One glance told Rhys this was definitely not Lyra’s way of speaking.
Lyra finished washing up and intended to go check on Hadrien.
Stepping outside her quarters, she found Zane and two squad members posted directly in front of her door.
They turned at the sound of her movement.
“Are you heading out, Ms. Kaelin p>
She nodded.
“I’ll bring the hovercar around,” one of the squad members said and hurried off.
Zane fired off a quick message. Guards positioned around the other sides of the building assembled shortly afterward.
Lyra stared, caught off guard by the heavy security detail.
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It felt completely unnecessary. Who would attempt to abduct her inside such a heavily locked-down facility?
Kaelin, please get in p>
The vehicle arrived. Zane stepped forward and held the door open for her.
Lyra nodded. Right before climbing in, she noticed doors to several other residences swing open.
Multiple Guides in varied, bright outfits emerged, escorted by other Sentinels, moving at an unhurried
pace.
As they got into their own hovercar, they spotted Lyra watching them.
Faced with the unfamiliar new arrival, most only gave her a quick glance before getting in and driving away.
Only one girl wearing soft butter-yellow clothing printed with cute rubber-duck patterns fingered on her for a second longer. Nothing more.
Lyra typed her question. “Where are they going p>
“Every Guide has a daily duty to purify between two and four Sentinels, depending on their rank,” Zane answered. “They can arrange their own schedule p>
Lyra understood. Off to work.
Two to four? That number seemed awfully low. No wonder so many Sentinels ended up locked inside the Black Spire.
She climbed aboard the car.
“Take me to the Black Spire on Core Prime p>
The pilot froze and shot a look toward his squad captain.
Lyra noticed the reaction. “What is it p>
Zane explained, “Ms. Kaelin, to leave the White Citadel, you need formal approval from the chief administrator of the White Citadel and the president of the Guide Protection Association p>
Lyra’s brows drew tight.
She tapped out a message straight to Yannis.
This was such a hassle.
“I need to visit Hadrien p>
Yannis took roughly a full minute to reply.
“Please wait, Ms. Kaelin. I must file official documentation and consult with the Guide Protection Association president p>
In the rear-view mirror, Zane caught the flicker of impatience crossing Lyra’s face.
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“How long will this take p>
Yaxus replied, “As soon as possible. You will be notified immediately once a decision is reached. You are welcome to explore the White Citadel grounds in the meantime p>
Lyra’s expression hardened. She shut down her Star Brain in frustration.
The Drifting Cloud member behind the wheel kept perfectly quiet, sensing her bad mood.
Zane paused for a beat and offered a suggestion. “Would you like to visit the White Citadel recreation district, Ms. Kaelin? There are plenty of engaging activities there p>
Lyra lifted her gaze. He wanted her to distract herself with entertainment. But she was in no mood for amusement right now.
She typed. “Just drive around for a bit p>
The hovercar powered back up.
Irritated, Lyra idly swiped across her Star Brain screen. The chat thread with Rhys still ran in the background.
She tapped to open it.
Seeing the conversation cut off where she had said she was going to shower, she closed the window again. They could resume their talk later.
Just then, the hovercar came to an abrupt stop.
“Ms. Kaelin,” Zane called.
Lyra looked up.
Several hovercars were approaching from ahead. They halted a short distance away, and their pilot signaled for them to descend.
Lyra typed, “Let’s step out p>
Both hovercars touched down on the ground.
The other pilot jumped out and rushed toward the rear passenger door to pull it open.
Polished leather shoes appeared first, followed by long legs sheathed in tailored suit trousers.
A tall man, roughly six feet three inches, stepped out.
His features were cold and sharp, eyes burning like frozen stars. Powerful aura rolled off him, marking his high status.
Zane looked visibly shocked the second he recognized the newcomer.
“Ms. Kaelin, this is Yoren Silk, finance officer of Core Prime p>
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Lyra’s eyelids twitched. She instantly grasped the reason for his visit.
e-climbed down from the hovercar as well.
Yoren spoke the moment she drew near. “Ms. Kaelin, I apologize for this unannounced interruption. Circumstances compel me p>
As he closed the distance, his large frame blocked part of the light falling over her, like a solid wall.
His perfectly-fitted formal suit radiated imposing pressure, paired with clear, unapproachable detachment
His facial features shared eighty-percent similarity with Marcel’s, sharp and haughty.
When he looked down at her, it felt as though a cold, ruthless apex predator was observing her from the shadows.
A chill crept upward from her feet.
Even though he held control over the Federation’s economic lifeline, he carried no trace of arrogant condescension.
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