Swept into the Wormhole

Conners stood pinned between the wall and the sharp edge of Lyra's sword, its tip pressing threateningly against his neck.

Then, in an instant, the blade halted mid-air.

Eyes widened in shock as a swirling black hole materialized between the sword and Conners.

"Lyra, must you really go against me?" Conners shouted, his voice dripping with desperation.

The pretense was gone. His mask of loyalty had fully fallen, revealing a sneer. "No wonder Westros was so insistent on recruiting you. With you against us, our plans never stood a chance."

Lynn, who had moments earlier been trying to hold Lyra back, froze in disbelief. His voice broke after a long silence. "You… you're a spy?"

The revelation landed like a thunderclap. Admiral Conners, a figure admired throughout the Alliance, was an infiltrator. The betrayal shook the very foundation of their trust.