Eating Too Much (2)

Lucian sighed, shaking his head. "You're planning to go to their base, aren't you?"

"Obviously." Medeia nudged a corpse out of her way with the tip of her boot, then strode toward an open clearing. With a flick of her wrist, she raised a white flare into the sky.

A signal that the battle was over.

The snipers swiftly withdrew their weapons, while the hunters stationed at the front line let out a breath of relief—at least for now, they didn't have to worry about enemies breaking through.

"It's time for us to make an appearance." Medeia turned, her crimson eyes locking onto his. "The world needs to understand that the Red Star Alliance is not a faction they can challenge so carelessly."

Lucian stepped closer, reaching out to brush a stray strand of her hair between his fingers. Then, without hesitation, he brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against it. "It's time for our leader to shine."