Two glaring red bars on her stamina and speed stats made Lethia bite the inside of her cheek. The numbers put her right on the edge—had her wondering if anyone would even want her on their team.
Not long after, a few trainers began handing out papers to the candidates. It was a manual book for tomorrow's Red Mission.
Lethia flipped through the stack in her hands, pulling out the floor plan of the building she'd be entering.
"My Queen, we need to find Adam. And two more to fill the team."
Lethia paused, hesitation pulling at her tone. "Do you even want to team up with me?" she asked coldly.
"What are you talking about? Didn't I already swear my loyalty?" Chasey threw her a sharp side-eye.
"You saw the stats. You think the war starts tomorrow? No—it starts the moment we form a team." Lethia nodded toward the hologram with their stat reports, making sure Chasey saw exactly what she meant.
