Nikki's breath caught painfully in her throat. Her heart, already battered by the lingering grief of her dream and the throbbing agony in her skull, seized with a sudden, icy terror.
She didn't need a datapad to translate the terminology. She had spent enough time with him to know exactly what the Supreme Commander's 'red mode' entailed.
She stared into Adonis's bruised, violet optical sensors. The pristine, untouchable God of War looked entirely shattered. The toxic mud from the Sector 3 border was caked into the micro-crevices of his suit, and her own dried blood was smeared across his jawline. He wasn't speaking in hypotheticals. He was confessing to a near-apocalyptic reality.
He had almost burned thousands of terrified, starving humans to ash just because they had hurt her.
Like what she saw in her dream.
