Ling Xuan felt Laurel hovering at the corner of her mind as if she wanted to take control of the body.
"Ling Xuan, these people are alone, we should help them. And besides when you said we should recruit the awakened after the apocalypse, isn't this what you meant?" Laurel let out a frustrated sigh. "She is about to give birth, we should help them before it is too late."
Ling Xuan opened her eyes slowly and the red mist seemed thicker than before, as if it were pressing against the outer wall, testing the strength of the barrier and the resolve of the people behind it, and for a fleeting moment she wondered whether this was how wars began in her past life, not with clashing blades but with a single choice that could tilt fate in one direction or another.
