As the Legion of the Long Night fleet vanished into the distance, Cohen wiped his face, took a deep breath, and turned to face the four Admirals of the military.
"Since she handed you the star map," Leandro said with a smile, "it's only natural that you're now our leader."
Raphel snorted and turned his head away. "Well, I'm out. Don't expect me to clean up this mess."
Fighting was one thing, but leading a massive group to rebuild the Alliance? Not a chance.
Among the Supremes, only Lynn and another middle-aged man had survived. They, like Raphel and the other Admirals, shared the same indifferent attitude.
As for the other senior military officials, they were now corpses, no longer capable of offering objections.
Valeria took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and declared firmly, "From today onward, we nominate Cohen Whyte as the new Fleet Admiral, entrusting him to lead us to a new home and rebuild the Alliance."