Walking Into The Tiger's Mouth

A space door opened near Proxima and Varian stepped out in a neighborhood with no spaceships. This time, those bastards in the research institute didn't mess up and corrected the errors.

"Eleven celestials are just left there on Hortus. Aren't you worried if they'll act against your intentions, Master?" Oob flapped its little wings and sat on his head.

"Nope. They wouldn't have that intention. I checked their souls. But even if they rebelled due to circumstances, Sia can put them all down." Varian said with confidence.

"Not everyone is a monster, no, even monsters aren't like you, Master." Oob beat his forehead softly with its wings and complained.

"I don't know about that, but." Varian's gaze shifted in the direction of a glowing dot in the far distance.

Proxima Spaceport.

Varian retrieved a communicator and sent a message to a certain person with his coordinates.

Then, he planned for his next move.