Selene Larkin held a high position in Sanctyr Base. Many people followed and supported her.
And because she was beautiful, she also had quite a few secret admirers.
The people on the scene were her followers. They were the ones she could mobilize, her subordinates who obeyed her commands.
Normally, her words would have been very effective.
But now, her words had lost all effect. When she spoke, the men didn't listen to her. They didn't even spare her a single glance.
Their gazes, fixed on Stella Sterling, were fervent, almost crazed.
An immortal! She must be an immortal! They couldn't think of anyone else who could be this powerful.
Only an immortal could survive a direct hit from a cannonball.
And to think they had tried to oppose such a figure—it was simply courting death.
They prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring to look up, terrified they might do something to offend Stella Sterling.
