Interstellar: Return of the Villain
Chapter 315: The One She Couldn’t Heal

Chapter 315: The One She Couldn’t Heal

"I’m coming now," Lyra said, cutting off the communication. Around her, enemy mechas swarmed like a tide, trying to close her in.

With a powerful leap, she summoned icy spikes that erupted across a hundred meters, impaling the mechas and suspending them mid-air.

Her silver-clad figure became a streak of determination as she pushed forward through the chaos.

But the distance to the spaceport felt endless. The closer she drew, the more enemies appeared to block her path.

It was obvious—someone wanted to stop her from reaching her destination.

Midway, she found herself locked in combat with a high-ranking enemy officer.

Her opticomputer rang urgently.

"Lyra, hurry!" Cohen’s voice broke through, raw with desperation. "Come now!"

A flicker of darkness passed through her eyes before she unleashed an overwhelming wave of psychokinesis.

Within a ten-mile radius, Empire invaders dropped like shattered dolls, their mechas crashing to the ground.

Her silver figure surged forward, leaving trails of green light as she tore through the skies.

The pain from her brain injury grew unbearable, but Lyra bit down on her tongue to stay conscious.

...

At the spaceport, Cohen clutched Thierry’s mangled body, his hands trembling as he shouted, "Hold on! You have to hold on!"

"I did it..." Thierry whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes scanned the civilians huddled around him.

The lower half of his body was gone, severed at the waist. Blood and exposed organs formed a crimson pool beneath him.

"I protected them," he murmured, his lips curling into a faint smile. His gaze drifted to the sky, growing unfocused. "What a beautiful day. It’s just a shame..."

A shame he wouldn’t see HER one last time.

Suddenly, a streak of green light appeared on the horizon.

Cohen’s eyes, filled with desperation moments ago, now sparked with hope. "Thierry, she’s here! SHE’S HERE!"

But Thierry’s lifeless eyes remained vacant. His wounds showed no sign of healing.

Cohen’s hopeful smile froze, and tears streamed down his bloodshot face. His voice broke. "Thierry... no... no!"

"Open your eyes..."

The boy who had followed Cohen since he could speak was gone.

A silver figure landed softly beside them.

Lyra’s armor receded, revealing a face pale as death.

She knelt down, placing a trembling hand on Thierry’s head.

Activating her healing superpower, she tried once. Then again.

There was no response.

Her lips quivered, but she didn’t cry or speak. Instead, she gently reached out and closed Thierry’s eyes.

...

The situation at the frontlines spiraled into chaos far faster than anyone had anticipated.

The Empire’s massive invasion of the rear lines plunged everything into turmoil.

Thierry had piloted his mecha to shield retreating civilians from a high-energy blast. Because of his sacrifice, not a single civilian was harmed.

Everyone present removed their hats and bowed their heads in mourning—everyone except Lyra.

A rare fury flashed in her usually composed eyes. She glanced around sharply and spoke, her voice cold and commanding. "Where is Conners?"

An officer hesitated before replying, "An adjutant reported his status is currently unknown."

As they spoke, new information arrived: Conners had returned, gravely injured.

Relief spread through the gathered soldiers—everyone except Lyra.

Without a word, she gripped her sword tightly and left the chaos of the spaceport behind, striding purposefully toward the medical department.

Her rage radiated like a storm, causing the superpower particles around her to tremble. The air grew heavy with unease as she passed.

"What’s she going to do?" Phelixes muttered, already following after her.

"Let’s go too!" Members of the Legion of Everglow moved quickly to catch up.

Mandy lingered behind, her eyes fixed on Thierry’s lifeless body. She wiped her tears and turned to leave, but her opticomputer buzzed insistently.

A cold dread washed over her as she checked the message.

Nearby, Cohen continued to clutch Thierry’s body, his empty eyes staring into nothingness.

Kogar saluted Cohen with a somber expression and reminded him coldly, "Rear Admiral Whyte, the Legion of Flaring Stars... needs your command."

There was no time for mourning.

Cohen watched as Thierry’s body was taken away. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to suppress the suffocating grief and climbed back into his mecha, his mind steeling itself for the battles to come.

...

When Lyra arrived at the medical department, her bloodied figure drew startled glances from everyone.

Lynn, injured and leaning against a bed, looked up in relief upon seeing her.

"Perfect timing! Quickly, help treat Admiral Conners!" he said, gesturing toward the man lying on a bed. "He was ambushed by an enemy Supreme."

Before he could finish, Lynn noticed the terrifying energy radiating from Lyra.

In the blink of an eye, her blade was drawn and swung toward Conners.

No one had time to react.

Conners’ eyes flashed with cunning as he rolled off the bed just in time, narrowly avoiding the strike.

"Lyra! You’re attacking an Alliance admiral?" he bellowed, his voice a mix of fury and desperation.

Lyra remained silent, her blade gleaming as it moved through the air with relentless precision.

Her eyes brimmed with murderous intent, sharp and unyielding.

Conners scrambled backward, leaving a bloody trail across the floor as he tried to escape.

"Stop her! Someone stop her!" Conners’ panicked cries jolted the bystanders into action, and they rushed forward to intervene.

But before anyone could move, Lyra planted her foot firmly and unleashed her superpower.

A freezing wave burst outward, halting everyone in their tracks. It was as if the room had been plunged into the heart of winter.

They were frozen solid, unable to move or activate their abilities.

Lynn gathered his strength and shattered the freezing aura with a mighty effort. His hands wove together to seal the space around Lyra.

Lyra froze mid-strike, her blade hovering inches from Conners.

Ignoring his injuries, Conners’ expression twisted into one of malice. He raised a clawed hand to strike at Lyra, but Lynn intercepted him, gripping his wrist tightly.

"What the hell is going on here?" Lynn shouted, his voice filled with both fury and disbelief.

Conners seized the moment. "What else could it be? This traitor is trying to assassinate me. Everyone saw it!"

"Let me go," Lyra growled, her voice low and trembling with rage.

"Arrest her immediately!" Conners demanded, his tone harsh.

Lynn hesitated, looking at Lyra. He couldn’t reconcile the woman he admired with this act. "Explain yourself. Why are you doing this?"

Before Lyra could respond, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway.

"Lyra!" Mandy burst into the room, out of breath. Her eyes darted nervously between Lyra, Conners, and the frozen onlookers.

Struggling to steady her voice, Mandy delivered the news.

"Snowfall has fallen," Mandy said, her words trembling. "The Legion Glory... is gone. Completely wiped out."

BOOOOOOM!

A pulse of psychokinetic energy erupted from Lyra, shaking the entire room with its force.

Her body twisted unnaturally as her psychokinesis surged to dangerous levels, cracking her bones audibly.

Lynn’s spatial lock fractured under the sheer force. His eyes widened in shock as Lyra broke free.

With a snap, Lyra lunged forward, her blade poised for Conners like a hawk diving for its prey.

"Stop!" Lynn moved to block her path, but another guy appeared beside Lyra.

A single wave of this person’s hand scattered Lynn’s superpower particles like dust.

"Phelixes! Are you insane?!" Lynn shouted, incredulous. "You’re going to follow her into this madness too?"

Phelixes only smiled calmly. "Do what you need to, sis," he said softly.

Lyra became an unstoppable sword, and Phelixes chose to be her shield.

The very space around them fractured, the ceiling warping under the strain.

Phelixes extended a hand to stabilize the cracks, then crushed them with sheer force. His effort shattered the bones in his hand, sending blood dripping from his mangled fingers.

A faint green glow enveloped his wounds, mending them as quickly as they appeared. Together, Lyra and Phelixes moved with precision, their combined power too overwhelming for Lynn to restrain.

Conners, his face pale with fear, activated his superpower in an attempt to escape. His hands clawed at the air, as if swimming, pulling himself away from Lyra’s relentless strikes.

Just as he reached out, his hands were engulfed in a green light, binding his abilities.

Two swift strikes from Lyra’s blade severed both his hands.

THUD.

Conners’ hands hit the ground with a sickening splatter. Blood sprayed across the floor as he screamed in agony.