Chapter 705 Something Wrong
With that, Aldred's holographic projection faded away with a burst of light.
Aldred sighed as he stepped onto the deck of his Stellar Seraph, the flagship of the Celestial Platoon. The holographic projections of the vast galaxy glittered around him, displaying the myriad planets and stars that composed the Imperium. He ran his fingers through his hair, a mix of silver and black, reflecting the burden of his responsibilities.
His communication console blinked with urgent messages from various emissaries scattered across the galaxy. Each notification represented a unique challenge or crisis that demanded his attention. With a resigned expression, Aldred navigated through the holographic interface to prioritize the incoming messages.