On the other side of Fondor Planet, inside a destroyed spaceport.
Swish, swish, swish~~~~! Countless blades and sword flashes flickered through the ruins. Blood-red sword light, blood-red whip shadows, and fleeting lightning crackled with terrifying force. Everything around them—even twisted metal wreckage—was instantly severed and melted upon contact!
Darth Lilim laughed wildly, her lightwhip dancing continuously in her hand, sending a skyful of whip shadows slicing in from every direction and driving the Imperial Inquisitor Halmere steadily backward.
Halmere was now utterly disheveled, completely unlike the smug figure he had been when he led his heavy power armor troops to intercept Darth Lilim.
He was no match for Darth Lilim. Still, he was no pushover either. Fleeing in panic, he had actually managed to evade capture for several days.
But now, mutated monsters hatched by Alexia were almost everywhere across Fondor Planet, and Halmere had finally run out of places to hide. Darth Lilim had cornered him in this destroyed spaceport.
Just as Fondor Planet's defenses were on the verge of collapse, High Inquisitor Halmere had also been driven into a desperate situation!
Over the past few days, Halmere had fled everywhere, utterly devoid of a High Inquisitor's usual composure and bearing. He had sought shelter in the major industrial zones on Fondor Planet, having them send troops to draw Darth Lilim's attention, hiding from place to place just to survive until today.
But now, as countless mutated monsters rampaged everywhere, the Kingdom of Dawn's armored forces and fighter squadrons followed in their wake, wreaking destruction all over the planet. Fondor Planet's defenses had already collapsed, and there was naturally no strength left to support Halmere.
"Hahahahaha! Why run? Why run? Aren't you an Inquisitor?" Darth Lilim laughed loudly. "The great Imperial Inquisitor!"
The endless whip shadows filled the air.