Sometimes Zoe Pierce would think that forgetting her past ten-plus years in Interstellar Space wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
It was through a mix of recklessness and a sudden accident that she had found her own path in this interstellar era.
The more a person knew, the more they had to be wary of.
It was like something called "growth"—invisible and intangible—was pushing her forward.
The path ahead was uncharted territory, and it was a path she had to walk on her own.
Now, she was still navigating a path for which she had no experience.
She was nothing like Quentin Ford. In the beginning, she only thought of herself.
But Quentin Ford had shouldered the burden of all Betas.
He had reached this point through his own strength, backed by countless followers.
"The one who should be worried is me," Zoe Pierce said in a low voice, holding Miles Sherman. "What will I do without you all supporting me?"
