"Will you withdraw from Mid Sector 101 that simply?" Zina frowned deeply, the lines on her forehead sharpening. "You remember the scale of our losses there, don't you? The total casualties have nearly reached 1,500 complete fleets, not scattered ships but full formations with commanders, elites, and logistics. We also lost a Guardian, one of the first-raw scions from Generation 566! That alone shook the balance of our upper ranks."
"Who said anything about leaving the sector?" Zavaros burst into laughter, his voice heavy and resonant. "And who said we'll bear any losses?"
"…Please, explain." Zina bowed slightly, her tone respectful yet earnest.
