As the two made their way across the barren landscape, Roxana glanced at Lucas, her fiery hair shifting slightly in the wind.
Curiosity flickered in her sharp gaze, mingling with a hint of boredom. She broke the silence, her voice casual but laced with anticipation. "So, what now? What are we doing?"
Lucas didn't immediately respond, his face unreadable as his eyes remained fixed on the path ahead. His tone, however, was calm—too calm. "There are some people that need to die."
The casual brutality in his voice made Roxana raise an eyebrow, her interest piqued. A smirk danced on her lips as she folded her arms.
"Oh? Sounds promising. Who are they?" Her tone carried a mix of amusement and genuine intrigue, the idea of more chaos already lighting a spark of excitement in her.
