Herta Space Station, Storage Zone.
This had originally been a place where scholars studied curios, but now it was deserted, as though it had been robbed.
Colors flickered in the empty corridor, and two figures suddenly appeared, one tall and one short.
"So many Voidranger corpses. Silver Wolf, we teleported to the right place, didn't we?" The taller figure was the one who spoke.
Her hair and eyes were both purplish red, and she wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a black spider-patterned coat draped over it.
Below that, she wore tight black shorts, with purplish-red tights extending from the leg openings and perfectly tracing the graceful curves of her legs.
She wore asymmetrical black leather boots, giving her the unexpected air of a stylish city woman.
"Twenty minutes ago, the Antimatter Legion invaded this place. That's what the 'script' said, so there shouldn't be any mistake.
"But the people on the space station seem pretty capable, cleaning things up so thoroughly this quickly."
The smaller figure popped her bubble gum with a pop, then spoke with a hint of surprise.
She had silvery-gray hair and wore a pair of monitor-like goggles on her head. Her black cropped jacket hung casually open, revealing a close-fitting, asymmetrical black-and-white top underneath.
Below her snow-white midriff, she wore low-rise black fishnet hot pants, with athletic boots on her feet, looking very trendy.
"These Voidrangers have no obvious external injuries. It feels like their consciousness was wiped out in an instant. Does the space station have someone that powerful? Or was this Herta's doing?"
The woman who looked like a stylish city dweller gazed at the Voidrangers, a trace of surprise showing in her purplish-red eyes.
"The 'script' said Herta and several of her partners are all away from the space station right now,