"Zhea traces a scar on Rafael's shoulder from his past torture, promising to make every single perpetrator pay in blood."
Rafael stood completely motionless as her words echoed softly through the vast room, his silver eyes reflecting the cold blue ambient light of the displays.
"Every single name on that ledger will face retribution," Rafael replied, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying baritone.
"I have already mapped the logistics network for Sector 2," Zhea said, her fingers gliding over the control pad to pull up a new map.
"The shipping docks are the heart of their entire maritime trade operation," Rafael noted, turning his attention to the glowing blue layout.
"If we sever their cargo lines, the ruling class loses millions every single hour," Zhea added, a sharp smirk
