"Alright… our target is inside that flying capsule heading toward the Capital."
A cold voice echoed through the communication channel.
"We already locked onto their position. We'll ambush them at this point."
A holographic map flickered in the darkness, highlighting a red line cutting across the mountains and forests below. Several dots moved rapidly toward the marked route.
"No," another voice interrupted sharply. "We shouldn't kill them. Both girls are extremely important. Our main priority is to bring them back alive."
A brief silence followed.
"…Alright. Roger that."
The man ended the communication and accelerated forward.
He rode a sleek black jetbike that tore through the sky like a blade. Crimson flames were painted along its metallic surface, forming the symbol of the Embers—the infamous rebel faction opposing the Capital.
The rider narrowed his eyes beneath his helmet.
