162: Queen Mother

A voice so beautiful and so majestic. A voice containing calmness and pride. A voice that demanded respect from those beneath the source of the voice…

A voice… which Corey had never heard before, reached Corey's ears, dispersing the fear and danger in his heart. His head turned smoothly towards the source of the voice, and just a few meters… approximately three meters beside from him, was the most beautiful specimen… not woman, Corey had ever seen before.

Her countenance could not be described in words.

With a face that no words could precisely describe and a smooth, wavy, brown hair atop her head, the beauty in front of him had a calm expression as she raised her left hand and then, softly nudged the glasses on her face upwards. On her body was a lab coat that fluttered at times, despite the clear lack of wind in the environment.