In a distant, cold galaxy, the figure of a goddess-like woman with snowy white hair sat upon a grand throne.
Her beautiful face, carved straight from the heavens, twisted into a deep frown.
It was all because of the news just delivered by her female advisor.
"It is true, Empress. That little Dominator named Neo Godson, whom you wanted to keep track of, has been successfully driven out of his own home planet. But there is a catch. You predicted that his family would die, but they did not. They were perfectly saved by him. The future did not unfold quite as you foresaw."
After hearing this, Myria slumped back against her throne. Her frosty gaze turned toward the open ceiling, where countless stars seemed to gather in the vast void.
"So he really managed to change the future..." Myria whispered to herself. "Does that not mean he will avoid becoming a tyrant? He will not swallow the universe into the abyss... Does that mean we do not have to be enemies anymore...?"
