Vega tore forward with blinding, almost celestial speed. Whenever she moved, heads drifted into the cosmic sky with gentle ease, as though lifted by an invisible hand. A fountain of blood splattered behind her, arcing upward in a crimson spray that painted the void. Yet she spared not a single glance at the carnage. Her focus never wavered; the blade in her hand carved through the air with dazzling momentum and ruthless precision.
To Vega, this moment was… perfection.
She loved monumental and big events, and now, one was unfolding directly before her eyes. And it wasn't just any monumental event, it was a galactic level upheaval. Truthfully, when she followed Anthony to the Galaxy wide meeting, she assumed it would be nothing more than endless discussions, the same tedious political exchanges as always.
