Chapter 39
Alara straightened, her regal demeanor unwavering despite the growing tension in the room. Her sharp eyes scanned the faces around her, pausing only briefly on Dravik. She squared her shoulders, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as though she held an invisible hand of triumph. "You speak with such conviction, brother," she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the uneasy murmurs of the gathered officials. "But let me remind you—your dominion ends at the edge of your galaxy. Kaedrial is mine to rule, and I rule with the support of our people." She took a step forward, her gaze flicking between the officials and the humans huddled to one side. "Our species is on the brink of stagnation," she continued, her tone hardening. "For too long, we’ve relied on old traditions, ant
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