Lucas and Roxana soared through the skies, the wind whipping around them as they sped toward their next target. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension crackling between them.
Below, the landscape blurred past, but neither of them paid it any mind. Their focus was on the mission ahead—another noble family that had betrayed Lucas in his past life.
Lucas's smirk remained fixed on his face, a sharp edge to his lips, while Roxana's eyes gleamed with dark excitement.
"So," Roxana began, her tone casual but underscored with a note of eagerness, "who's next on our little list of revenge?"
She glanced over at Lucas, noticing the cold glint in his eyes that mirrored her own hunger for battle. Her smile widened in response, her anticipation building.
