The next morning, the Magnus, Freya, and a group of staff arrived at the battle-scarred clearing.
The Magnus let out a cold snort at the sight of Praetor’s mangled corpse.
“All of them are dead, sir,” a researcher reported once the bodies had been gathered.
The Magnus stared into the distance, his gaze fixed on the hazy mountain range.
“Issue a bounty in the Foundation’s name,” he ordered suddenly. “One million Credits. Dead or
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