Cassian's plan was working.
Even though the Aberrants outnumbered him, he didn't lose his nerve. Running wasn't cowardice.
Giving up was.
And Cassian wasn't someone who gave up.
Besides, if he backed out now, Leo would probably drag him through hell. That guy was strong—really strong. Always dependable, always composed.
But before Leo had taken over as Commander-in-Chief, Cassian had been the one everyone in the army looked up to. He used to be the reliable one.
So even if his role had changed, he still wanted to prove—if only to himself—that he could be counted on.
That thought alone gave him the will to keep fighting, even when the odds weren't in his favor.
As one of the zombies lunged at him, Cassian ducked low and drove his sword into its chest. He twisted mid-air, yanked the blade out, and with the momentum, slashed up from chest to head.
