"...What is the good surprise?!" Robin asked with burning eagerness, his voice echoing through the golden arches of the throne room.
Perhaps the 125 R-class planets should not truly be counted, since they could not yet be bound to Nihari. They were still active and bloody battlegrounds, places where flags of different empires clashed daily. And yet—even putting those aside—Robin's empire already commanded 877 planets fully subdued and assimilated into his dominion. Any surprise beyond that was not merely good. It was monumental.
Emily, ever composed, raised her glasses with a delicate push of her finger, her tone calm and measured like a judge delivering a verdict.
