Yiluo slowly rose from her seat, her eyes filled with gravity and concern.
She drew a deep breath, then said in a firm, low voice, "The joint fleet the Imperium sent to attack the Star Sea Galaxy has been defeated by those damned heretics. For the moment, we do not know whether anyone from the joint fleet survived. I received no further information.
This is the entirety of the psychic communication I received."
With Yiluo's words, the entire conference room fell into deathly silence.
Everyone understood that the shorter the psychic message, the more critical the situation. Only under the gravest circumstances would an astropath have no time to transmit more information.
Yiluo stood there quietly, her gaze sweeping across everyone present, as though she meant to unearth the fear and unease buried deep within their hearts.
After recounting everything she had received, a trace of exhaustion and helplessness appeared on Yiluo's face. She silently sat back down, gripping the armrests tightly with both hands and leaning forward slightly, as though struggling to hold herself together.
After hearing Yiluo's account, the faces of those present turned even paler. Their eyes wandered restlessly, as if searching for some answer or hope, yet they had no idea where to begin.
No one dared to be the first to question it, for they all knew the consequences of this disaster were far too severe. No one could bear such responsibility.
The Governor sat listlessly in his chair, his eyes stripped of their former vigor as he stared blankly at the Inquisition's director seated opposite him. His lips trembled slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound emerged.
The director of the Heretic Inquisition sensed the Governor's gaze. He raised his head and met the Governor's eyes for