Interstellar: Return of the Villain
Chapter 248: Throwing Miller Back

Chapter 248: Throwing Miller Back

Miller stood before Lyra, his face pale as a ghost, eyes sunken and red with fury. "You healed Cohen and the others, but you deliberately left me out!"

Everyone else who had suffered from Caius’s psychokinesis attack had been restored—everyone except him. His own psychokinetic powers were left shattered, irreversibly weakened.

Lyra stepped closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Shouldn’t you be reporting this ’workplace injury’ to the Channing family? I’m surprised you even have the guts to come barking at me."

Miller’s face blanched, realization dawning. She knew about his secret deal with Caius, how he had quietly helped the Supreme infiltrate Wyrmtrace.

"Miller." Lyra’s sudden call of his name made him look up, meeting her gaze—her eyes dark and penetrating, slicing right through him.

For a split second, it felt like invisible knives were tearing through his mind, twisting, ripping his thoughts apart.

"Aaaargh!"

Under everyone’s shocked eyes, Miller collapsed. He clutching his head, shrieking in agony. His body convulsed on the floor until he foamed at the mouth and went limp.

Lyra barely glanced down at him as she stepped over his unconscious body and strode out the door.

Miller’s psychokinesis was obliterated. Even if he regained consciousness, his powers were gone for good. He was finished.

Walking beside Lyra, Mandy couldn’t hide her concern. "Wouldn’t this provoke the Whyte family?"

"Only if they still see any use in him," Lyra replied dismissively. After all, Miller hadn’t just endangered Cohen—he’d compromised all of Wyrmtrace by assisting Caius. His survival after this was doubtful.

Cohen’s response, when he heard of Miller’s fate, was only a cold scoff. "Lucky for him."

Recalling the betrayal, Cohen’s gaze darkened. "Erase his memory and dump him on Planet Nagano."

Kogar hesitated. "In his condition, there’s a good chance he won’t even wake up after the procedure."

"Do it," Cohen commanded, his voice sharp and final.

In that moment, Kogar noticed a shift in his superior—a newfound decisiveness, an edge that seemed more like Lyra’s own unflinching style.

"What about the Channing family, the Sholok family, and the other caravan groups?" Kogar asked carefully.

Cohen paused, a faintly wicked glint in his eyes as he twirled his pen. "We’ll let her make the first move. After all, as the admiral’s son, I’d never go against ordinary civilians."

Kogar only sighed; it seemed Cohen was picking up more of Lyra’s tactics than he’d realized.

And Lyra’s revenge was straightforward and brutal.

She flew her massive cargo ship solo, concealed behind a mask, and raided the caravans’ mining sites one by one. Her mission was simple: leave a trail of bruised, battered enemies and take every scrap of high-grade mineral they had.

In Wyrmtrace, she was unstoppable. Even when the caravans sent level-nine mercenaries after her, she shrugged them off with ease, disappearing into the sky with a cargo hold bursting with stolen ore.

"This has to be her!" Bernard, face swollen and bruised, shouted as he and a furious group of caravanners stormed the Stellar Caravan’s base.

"Lyra! Come out here! If you’re brave enough to rob us, don’t hide like a coward, you bit—"

WHOOSH!

A streak of green light sliced through the air, stopping an inch from Bernard’s ear. He froze, face draining of color.

Lyra stepped forward. She was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black suspenders over dark pants. Her boots hitting the ground with authority. "Choose your words carefully," she said icily. "Next time, I won’t miss."

Her eyes swept over the assembled caravanners, sharp and unwavering. "Well? What exactly do you want?"

Sholok stepped forward, glaring at her, his expression twisted with fury. "Don’t play innocent! If you’ve got the guts to rob us, don’t act like you don’t know!"

"Oh, that?" Lyra said, folding her arms with casual indifference. "Do you have any proof?"

Her nonchalant response nearly sent the caravanners over the edge.

"The proof’s right there in your warehouse! Let us in to search!" Bernard demanded, his voice trembling with fury.

Lyra nodded lazily toward the warehouse. "Feel free to try," she said, her gaze daring them with a dangerous glint.

They all stood frozen, hesitating, none brave enough to take her up on the offer.

A smirk tugged at Lyra’s lips. "I gave you the chance."

"Lyra, this is too much!" Bernard spat, face flushed with frustration.

"If you’ve got nothing else to say, then get lost." With that, Lyra turned on her heel and walked back into the base, leaving the caravanners simmering with rage.

As much as they cursed her under their breath, it was clear they were powerless here—true strength commanded respect, whether they liked it or not.

Humiliated and seething, Bernard paced furiously like a trapped animal. "So, what do we do now?"

"We go to the military! Lyra’s gone too far—no way will they let her get away with this," one of his companions said.

The group finally made their way to Cohen, explaining their grievances in heated tones.

Cohen listened with a faint frown, his brows drawing together thoughtfully as they spoke.

"Bold of someone to carry out attacks like this," he commented, casting a sharp look at the caravanners. "So, do you have any proof that Lyra’s behind it?"

Bernard, still bristling, sputtered, "No, but who else could it be? Only she has the skill to pull something like this!"

Kogar, who stood nearby, resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The caravanners truly didn’t grasp why they were in this mess.

"No proof, then." Cohen’s expression cooled, his voice dropping to a sharper edge. "Do you think I’m your errand boy? That I’ll go after whoever you say on your word alone? My standards are a little higher than you realize."

The weight of his words settled on the caravanners, a chill creeping down their spines.

They had brought a Supreme to Wyrmtrace, hoping to turn a quick profit without repercussions. By doing that, they’d crossed a line with Cohen from the very start.

Now, they were reaping the consequences.

Cohen continued in an official tone, "You’ll need solid evidence first. Without it, this incident falls under suspected space piracy. Return and wait for the official outcome."

But deep down, they knew no "outcome" would be coming.

Cohen and Lyra didn’t even need to strategize together; there was an unspoken understanding between them—a seamless partnership when it came to shielding each other.

The caravanners, blinded by greed, were finally being forced to face the backlash they’d invited upon themselves.

Soon after, news reached Bernard and his crew that their own warehouses had been stripped bare. They could no longer contain their outrage, and in a last-ditch effort, they went to Chuck, hoping he might intervene.