Luna stood up and headed straight downstairs. "Put the gun away. We're leaving!"

Then, she warned, "Zachary, this blind loyalty of yours isn't a good thing. Maybe Andrew used to be something special. But now he's just a mediocre businessman playing petty tricks and feeling smug about it.

"His pursuit of money and fame will make him increasingly corrupt and ordinary! Eventually, you'll realize this person isn't worth dying for!"

She came and went like a storm, her moves swift and ruthless.

To Luna, a person's life or death could be decided in mere seconds, and it was how she carried herself in the entire province.

Zachary held Ruth in his arms and shouted, "I don't care who Andrew is now. That's not what matters. But as his friend, I'll always believe in him. What you dismiss as mediocrity merely reflects your own horizon. Beyond that horizon are taller summits that you haven't reached yet."

Downstairs, Luna paused briefly, and her eyes turned icy cold.

Taller summits tha