Galen Erso stared at the empty space before him, an inexplicable flicker of fear rising in his heart.
That mysterious race calling themselves the Nerazim could come and go freely within the heavily guarded Imperial base on Scarif!
From his office to the Data Bank alone, there were at least three security doors with different encryption levels, and two patrol teams constantly making rounds, with no other patrol duties elsewhere.
There was also an energy field capable of detecting any life signal—heat, sound, pressure, magnetic fields... Every possible detection method had been installed here. The Fourth Empire had always excelled at cloaking technology, which was why the Galactic Empire had invested so heavily in Anti-Stealth research.
Galen Erso knew very well that even the most advanced known cloaking technology would have nowhere to hide before the base on Scarif.
The security here was so stringent that even the Empire's highest-ranking officials needed layer upon layer of approvals and verification before they could enter the Data Bank. Yet this Zangakkar had obtained it in just a few hours?
Not only had he obtained it, he had done so without triggering any alarms? Even now, the guards at this base had no idea the Death Star data disk had been taken!
But no one could give him an answer. Before him, there was nothing but air.
But he did not want to die. He knew that even if Zangakkar had not triggered an alarm, the missing data disk could not possibly remain hidden forever. It would simply take time for them to react.
And once they began tracing it back, they would definitely trace it to him—after all, he had given Zangakkar his Password Cylinder.
Galen Erso took a deep breath. He decided to gamble one more time.
He straightened his clothes