"Evacuate the planet? The entire planet? Are we really abandoning it?!"
Caesar took two urgent steps forward, disbelief painted all over his face. Out of all the countless possibilities and contingency plans they had considered, not a single one had accounted for such an extreme and final measure as this.
Though Jura was just a small, seemingly insignificant planet with little strategic or economic value, it remained their cherished homeland—the birthplace of the Emperor himself, the sacred ground that held the ancient city of Jura. Its historical, cultural, and emotional significance made it utterly irreplaceable. The idea of leaving it behind, to be claimed by someone else or even destroyed, was unbearable.
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From behind Rubin, the soul shard of Rinara emerged, floating forward gracefully, her arms folded elegantly across her chest. A faint, amused smile tugged at her lips, as if she were a spectator enjoying the climax of a well-written tragedy on stage.
