It’s almost too late!

After taking a look at the time, she ran faster with all her strength, and her long black hair flew straight up. She ran so fast and with such agility that those standing on the walking belt and the flying hovercar were stunned.

Pedestrians glance sideways.

After passing through various palm-touch access control systems and various pupil recognitions, she finally entered the interior. The preparation room of the staff department was already empty. She hurried to the huge main hall. Sure enough, the 27th Fleet had already set off.

, through the dozens of stories-high transparent curtain walls made of special materials, she saw a huge fleet of more than a hundred ships of various types taking off.

Xuanji stood alone in the hall as wide as a dome, her slender body looking extremely small. She looked up at this magnificent scene. The huge energy during takeoff made the warships rise from the ground and soar into the sky.<

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It's too late, the fleet has already set off.

She felt a little guilty, recalling that one night Lancer sent her back to the apartment. Downstairs, they parted at the door as usual. He looked up at one of Gaia's satellites, "Selene". "Selene" is a relatively small satellite.

The small satellite exudes warm and soft bright yellow light, which is completely different from the cold and pale "Hecate", but it is so small and so far away.

Lancer suddenly said to her:

"You have many friends. Every time you go on an expedition, I envy you so many friends to see you off, but I am always alone."

"Then I'll see you off next time." She replied simply.

"Thank you..." There was a relieved expression on his face. Lancer looked much more handsome under the moonlight than during the day.

"Actually, I am very afraid of death. The job of the army is really not suitable for me... I am afraid that I will never see you again. Although you are troublesome, you are very cute. That day, I was also afraid of death... so I told you

Those words..."

Lancer looked at her, a little speechless.

He came closer to her, hoping she could kiss him again, but she didn't respond at all.

He could only smile awkwardly and pat her cheek.

This was the closest they had been since that day. In front of her, he hesitated again.

It's always like this, but this time she was a step too late.

Maybe, they have always been like this, there is only one step left.

[1] Anahita is an ancient Persian-Zoroastrian goddess. She is imaged as a beautiful girl wearing a golden star crown. Most scholars believe that she is the Persian image of the goddess Ishatar.
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