Inside the armored vehicle, the subtle vibrations from the terrain outside were overpowered by the engine's steady hum. The interior was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the dashboard lights. The scent of leather and cold metal hung in the air, mixing with the muted tension among the occupants.
Victor finally pierced the silence, his voice a measured blend of accusation and concern. "Your trap for those soldiers... It's a violation of our countries' agreement."
Zalya spared him a quick glance before refocusing on the road. "It's merely a controlled landslide. If your reinforcements act swiftly, there should be minimal casualties."
Victor grunted in response, "Even 'minimal' means some lives are lost."
Zalya said, "It's war, and my actions aren't war crimes."
Liam, interested in the underlying reason for the conflict, inquired, "Why are our nations even at war?"
