"But, sir," another officer ventured hesitantly, "if we comply with them now, what happens if they turn against us later?"
The commander's jaw tightened, and he looked out the window, his hands clasped behind his back. "Then we pray they don't," he said quietly.
The room remained silent after that, the officers exchanging uneasy glances as they returned to their stations. None of them dared to argue further, knowing full well that the commander's decision was the only thing keeping them alive.
As the commander stared into the night sky, he couldn't help but feel a deep unease settle over him. Whatever the twins had planned, it was only the beginning, and he had the sinking feeling that the planet's troubles were far from over.
"Sister, we already have the perfect spot to watch the show." Nyra grinned as she gazed out over the sprawling night city, perched casually on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop.
