After half an hour—
Pam!
Raiden landed with a thunderous impact on the warship's upper deck, the shock rippling across the metallic surface beneath his boots. He straightened slightly, lowering his head in respect. "Lady Rinara."
"..." Rinara didn't immediately turn to face him. Her long silver hair fluttered in the cold wind that swept across the command deck, glinting under the faint crimson light of the twin suns. She merely gave a slight nod, her gaze still fixed on the battlefield below — a shattered wasteland of smoke, molten earth, and fading screams.
"May I ask," Raiden began, clasping his hands neatly behind his back, his tone perfectly formal, "why you ordered those troops to intervene in the middle of the engagement, my lady?"
