The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Demons in the Interstellar

The call had come in the dead of night.

Mors sat at the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the tablet displaying the encrypted message while the other ran through his slightly tousled hair.

The Supreme Commander’s voice was sharp and direct, Zergs had appeared on the frontline again, but this time, something was wrong.

Reports stated that the creatures were stronger, and more coordinated, as if they were evolving beyond their usual monstrous instincts.

Athena, having been woken up by his shifting presence, leaned against the headboard, her golden eyes glowing softly in the dim light. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Mors exhaled heavily. “The Zergs… Something’s changed. The frontline soldiers are struggling, and we can’t afford a prolonged war.”

She sat up straighter, a familiar determination settling in her gaze. “Then I’m coming with you.”

Mors turned to face her fully, his expression unreadable. “Athena, this isn’t a training exercise or some survival show. This is war. You have no obligations to go there.”

She smirked. “And you think that’s enough to stop me?”

He studied her for a long moment, as if gauging the depth of her resolve. Then, with a resigned sigh, he relented.

“Fine. But you stay by my side or in my quarters. No reckless heroics.”

“Deal,” she said, grinning.

Within hours, they were aboard a military vessel speeding toward the warzone at the edge of the galaxy.

The journey was tense, filled with quiet preparations and briefings from the high-ranking officers.

Athena sat beside Mors in the command center, listening intently as holograms projected images of the latest battles.

The Zergs, once known for their overwhelming numbers and brute strength, now displayed strategic movements, ambush tactics, and even defensive formations.

“This isn’t normal,” Mors muttered, arms crossed as he examined the battle logs. “They were never capable of this level of coordination before.”

Athena leaned closer, tapping one of the images where a Zerg seemed to be directing others with deliberate gestures. “It’s almost as if something is leading them.”

The thought sent a shiver down Mors’ spine. They had fought against mindless hordes before, but an enemy with intelligence? That was an entirely different kind of threat.

When they finally arrived at the frontline base, the air was thick with tension. Soldiers moved with practiced efficiency, their expressions grim as they prepared for yet another assault.

The moment Mors stepped onto the command deck, officers snapped to attention.

“Major General, sir!” A seasoned officer saluted.

“We’ve lost three outposts in the past seventy-two hours. The enemy’s movements are too precise, we can’t predict their attacks anymore.”

Mors nodded, taking in the information. “I want patrols doubled at the weak points. Reinforce the barricades and deploy aerial scouts. We need intel, not just defense.”

As he issued orders, Athena took in the battlefield beyond the base walls.

The scorched land stretched into darkness, faintly illuminated by distant explosions where skirmishes continued.

She could feel the stirring presence of her phoenix within her, an instinctual reaction to the unnatural presence lurking beyond.

Mors returned to her side, his gaze unreadable. “Stay in my quarters. I’ll deal with the briefing and reconnaissance first.”

She rolled her eyes. “You do realize I can handle myself, right?”

“I do,” he said, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “That’s exactly why I don’t want you throwing yourself into danger without knowing what we’re up against.”

Athena sighed, but relented. “Fine. But if you need backup, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Mors smirked slightly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As night fell, Athena rested in Mors’ quarters, but her thoughts refused to settle. Something about this entire situation felt eerily familiar, as if she had faced such darkness before.

The Zergs, their growing intelligence, and the way they moved, it reminded her of the demons she and Mors had fought in their past lives.

Could it be?

Her fingers traced the smooth surface of Arthivian, the sword humming faintly in response.

If demons could exist in an ancient era, could they have found a way to manifest even in this interstellar age? And if so, what were they truly up against?

The answer, she feared, would come sooner than they expected.

Athena sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sleek metal ceiling of Mors’ quarters.

The hum of the warship’s energy core vibrated softly beneath her feet, but her mind was elsewhere.

She couldn’t shake the unsettling thought that kept gnawing at her. The Zergs were changing, evolving, but into what?

The sword Arthivian, which lay beside her, pulsed faintly, as if whispering a forgotten warning.

Athena ran her fingers along the blade’s cool surface, remembering the ancient battles fought with this weapon.

She had once wielded it as Alishiera, fighting against demons that had plagued an empire.

Now, in this era, the enemy was different, but the eerie sense of déjà vu told her that history was repeating itself.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the comm device on the bedside table buzzed. Mors’ voice came through, steady but serious. “Athena, get ready. We’re moving out.”

She stood immediately, grabbing the sword and strapping it to her back.

When she reached the command center, Mors was already in full military gear, his presence commanding as officers scrambled around him.

“What happened?” she asked, falling into step beside him as they moved toward the docking bay.

“A scouting unit went missing.” His voice was grim.

“They were patrolling one of the outer sectors, and all contact was lost ten minutes ago. No distress signal, no signs of an attack, just silence.”

Athena frowned. “That’s not normal. Even if they were ambushed, there should have been some kind of alert.”

“Exactly.” Mors nodded. “We’re going to check it out ourselves. I don’t want to send more soldiers into a trap without understanding what we’re up against.”

As they boarded a small recon vessel, Athena’s grip on Arthivian tightened. Something about this mission felt wrong, as if they were walking straight into a nightmare from their past lives.

The ship launched into the darkness of space, heading toward the coordinates where the patrol had vanished.

Mors and Athena stood side by side, their eyes locked on the viewport.

The battlefield beyond was eerily still, the wreckage of previous battles scattered like bones across the void.

Then, as they neared their destination, Athena saw it. A massive shadow slithered through the wreckage, barely distinguishable against the darkness of space.

But it wasn’t just one. There were many, hundreds, maybe thousands, moving in eerie synchronization.

Her breath hitched.

These weren’t just evolved Zergs.

This was something far worse.

“Athena,” Mors murmured, his expression darkening as he, too, realized the truth.

This wasn’t a simple war.

This was the return of demons.