Kalstein strolled leisurely through the streets, listening to Aria’s report through his communication link.

Step. Step.

On either side of his path, the Galactic Empire’s troops stood in orderly formation, their posture impeccable. Behind him followed his knights’ captains and Milo.

Step. Step.

The soldiers’ solemn and majestic presence left a profound impression on those watching from the shadows of the devastated Earth.

Step. Step.

With every step Kalstein took, the Imperial soldiers raised and lowered their bayonets in perfect unison, saluting their Emperor with unrestrained reverence.

Step. Step.

And then—

“Hehe.”

On Kalstein’s back was Perfe, perched quietly, like …