"Great. Just when I was vying for promotion to become the governor of the cluster filament," the governor replied.
His voice resonated with subtle anger, a low rumble that filled the room like distant thunder.
He sat upon a throne-like chair carved from iridescent stone, his broad shoulders tense beneath his ornate garments, his face etched with lines of authority and now, frustration.
The news struck him like a blow, his ambitions flickering in his mind like fragile flames threatened by a sudden wind.
"And what's behind the disappearance?" he asked, his tone sharpening as he leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Lilian's.
"We don't know per se. No being from the disappeared galactic cluster has been found to give us the information of the cause," she replied calmly.
Her hands remained clasped before her, fingers steady despite the gravity of the situation.
