[Ethisian Ship Fleet] A fleet of about thirteen Ethisian ships hovered together in space, with one distinct ship leading them in their quest to watch over the planets. The ships were filled with Ethisian soldiers who were equipped to kill any Granians that attempted to move into the planet. Approaching the thirteen ships at the moment was a smaller patrol ship large enough to carry about one hundred or so Ethisians. Those onboard piloted it closer to the larger ship, only for their path to be blocked by those closest to their intended target. "Scout Ship, Identify yourself. What is the status of those on the planet? We have yet to receive communication from them." "We have returned with good news and disturbing news," those on board answered, "the planet was under siege by five Granians who attempted to take out the command posts. We were lucky enough to find them at their first command post, so we dealt with them, arrested them, and wish to deliver them for either torture or slavery." "That is not a good enough reason to approach. Remain where you are and do not proceed any further." "We wish to go as quickly as possible, for we have captured not only the Granians but also their Human Blood Mutants." A chilling silence was the response that came from those who questioned the smaller ship. At this stage of War, they did not expect to hear such glorious news. it almost felt too good to be true but yet again, they were growing desperate which robbed them of the chance to carefully assess what they had heard. The smaller ship was given clearance and approached the larger one. The news spread quickly through all thirteen ships, bringing with it a false sense of excitement. At last, the Ethisians had captured the Blood Mutants belonging to the Granians, and they could finally continue with the war and crush them once and for all. The war was theirs to win, and nothing could stop them. "Bring out the prisoners." The smaller ship landed inside the larger. Receiving a hero’s welcome, those inside the smaller ship were surrounded by hundreds of Ethisians who eagerly waited to see what these humans looked like. Waiting anxiously, the doors of the smaller ship opened with the sounds of heavy chains jiggling, bringing smiles to their faces. Three pairs of feet were the first to step out. Two of the three belonged to Ethisians, and one was much smaller, belonging to a human. The Ethisians held the hands of the Human Blood Knight who went by the name Cherry Underwood. Upon seeing her bruised and beaten body, the others screamed in triumph and sang songs while ridiculing and mocking the Granians. They threw whatever their hands could find at the human and called her names, the look of defeat and pain on her face bringing them ecstatic joy. They were so happy, and finally, they could fight knowing they had the upper hand. "At last," the Elite Ethisian in charge of the fleets congratulated those who brought Cherry to him, "the mutants have been captured." Three more people came from the ship, causing even louder screams and uproar. In larger shackles was the Blood Bishop who went by the name Ace Underwood. He too was in chains, but his condition was worse than that of his sister. His eyes were swollen, his face was beet red with blood seeping from the wounds on his nose, lips, and cheeks. His hands were scarred and swollen, and he gasped so loudly that the Ethisians could hear. "HURRAH!" They chanted as they rhythmically bounced their weapons up and down. Even though they had not captured all of the Blood Mutants, they had gotten the two strongest ones so the other two would be easier to find and kill. "Well done, Ethisians," the Elite congratulated with his hand held out for a handshake, but no one received it. "Will you not shake my hand? I must congratulate those who captured the weapons of our enemies." Still, no one shook his hand, nor did they stare at him, look into his eyes, or even speak back to him. They remained motionless with their eyes looking forward. Looking at what? No one knew, but they were doing it anyway. "Soldiers, look at your superior as he speaks to you," feeling undermined, the Elite Ethisian snapped at those who captured Ace and Cherry, his ego stirred fiercely against them, "I said look at me. Are you deaf? Have you no ears?" They still did not listen, so he gave them one final yell before deciding to punish them for "disobedience" and "stubbornness". "Who?" he shouted. "Who is in charge of you? WHO LED YOU TO CAPTURE THESE HUMANS? ANSWER ME, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR ETHISIAN SOLDIERS. WHO SENT YOU? WHO LED YOU." Looking into the ship, the Ethisian saw a couple of silhouettes hiding in the darkness of the ship. The Elite became furious and shouted, "ALL OF YOU, COME HERE NOW... I SAID NOW..." "Is that the way to speak to a commander?" a voice they all recognized resonated in their ears. As for the Elite Ethisian, he dropped to his knees and started to beg for forgiveness. All those present kneeled with their heads bowed, none daring to look at the one who spoke to them. "I asked you a question, Elite. Is that the way you speak to your commander?" "No, Commander. It is not the...." "You dare speak to me with your head down?" the commanding Ethisian kicked the Elite on his chest, rolling his body across the metal floors of the ship. Silence struck the room with a cold aura commanding everyone’s respect. They looked up and witnessed a "ghost" standing before them. Someone they expected to be dead. Someone who they thought was no longer a part of the war, and yet there she was, standing in full glory with her strength that demanded respect. For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I repent, Commander Enoris," the Elite bowed before Enoris the Ethisian and pleaded for his life. "I did not expect to see you again. Commander said..." "Commander only spoke words," she answered while pointing her scaly finger at the Elite, "he had no proof. Did any of you see my body? Did you? ANSWER ME!!" The Legendary Ethisian tormented them with questions, and while all of that happened, the Blood Mutants looked at each other and smiled. Their plan was unveiling smoothly. Little did they know that they had trojaned the merchants of death into their ship. "Blood Essence, manifest."