Amara’s POV.

“Ready?”

I shifted my gaze to Masha. She wore an all-black outfit designed for combat. Her boots were sturdy and practical, meant for long treks and quick movements. Her pants were tight and flexible, allowing her to move in any direction.

A black tactical vest was strapped around her torso. She had a belt where she kept her weapons, from her trusty knife to her loaded gun. Her long hair was tied back in a tight bun, allowing for maximum movement.

“I was born ready,” I declared.

”Don’t worry,” she said. “After these wars, everything will return to normal.”

I nodded and wished for it to happen. She...