A thunderous roar echoed as the Executor's voice pierced the air overbearingly.
His voice carried a commanding tone as he pointed firmly toward the ground, demanding the Witch to kneel before him and demonstrate that her allegiance now belonged to him. Despite such a demand that might be tolerated in a private setting, this was in bare public.
For the Witch, this is more of a public humiliation than a showcase of loyalty.
Even her pet, the insectoid-cursed creature that coiled around her showed its aggression.
It wasn't going to let its mother be humiliated like this.
But there doesn't seem to be any negotiation room in the Executor's eyes, it was either she do as she was told or she wouldn't be welcomed back. A dilemma struck the Witch as this was not a simple gesture for her.
Only a few were worthy to receive that much respect from her.
Naturally, the Executor knew that fact and also knew that this would be a big thing for her.