The delicate and frail-looking Omega now lay unconscious on the ground.
Her hair, which had been tied up, was now splayed messily across her body.
Her small face had just been wrapped in a cloth. Now that it was torn off, it revealed a relatively clean jawline, but the sides of her face were covered in yellow marks.
Even with her eyes closed and her hair in disarray, her stunning beauty was unmistakable.
If she weren't Zoe Pierce, if she were just someone passing on the street, they would have given her a second look.
But as it happened, the owner of this face had already made a name for herself in several competitions.
Everyone knew that once she was conscious, she would be trouble.
"An Omega who can use spiritual power without undergoing experiments—is that for real?" the young Beta spoke again after a long silence.
The rustle of fabric.
"That's not your concern. Your mission is to get her off E-987 safely," the captain said, sounding exceptionally cold in comparison.
