The man beside her, with an arrogant smile on his handsome face, chuckled softly, his shoulders slightly shaking. "Maybe they've surrendered," he said, his voice laced with mockery, the small laugh echoing in the air.
The woman ignored his light laughter. "Aurelius is not the type to surrender so easily," she said, her voice low but filled with conviction. Her gaze sharpened, as though the void of space before her was nothing more than a thin veil she could pull aside at any moment. Her eyes seemed to traverse the distance, searching for Aurelius, who stood on the command bridge of his ship on the other side.