Chapter 1085 Music

Clark stepped through the sliding doors into a spacious but quietly lit command room. 

The walls were lined with interactive displays projecting holograms of humanoid mech units—sleek, heavily armored war machines mid-maneuver over different planetary terrain. 

Dozens of data streams ran in real time, and though the room was designed for business, its silence carried a certain gravity—like something important always lingered just beneath the surface.

And standing in the center of it all, facing one of the suspended holograms, was a woman.

She was striking—not just in beauty, but in presence. 

Platinum blonde hair fell to her shoulders in silky waves, contrasting sharply against the deep navy of her fitted military uniform. 

Though it followed regulation, the uniform's skirt design did little to disguise her hourglass figure. 

She moved with an effortless confidence, and her curves—well, nature had been unapologetically generous.