Within the interstellar space, a fleet of two thousand battleships swiftly forged ahead amidst the starry sky.
This fleet, though slightly smaller in scale than the Earth Fleet, was not lacking in the size, power, or even appearance of its ships.
However, its current state seemed not so formidable, speeding forward as if it were fleeing for its life.
Indeed, this fleet was fleeing for its life.
And the one escaping within these ships was none other than the most esteemed figure of the Auster Empire— the Auster Empress!
"Sister, isn't the Earth we're heading to quite near? Is escaping such a short distance any use? Won't they catch up to us?"
An Auster girl, looking about eleven or twelve, stood on the flagship bridge, gazing at the starry sky behind with a touch of sadness.
