บท 85: Arena Eleven: The Cost VII

The empire was burning.

The horizon was painted red with countless explosions destroying the surface. It was an inevitable end.

"Behold! This is what we are capable of! This is what my master is capable of!"

A lone girl stood on the remains of a building in the outer city, addressing the crowd in front of her.

She felt proud. She felt happy.

Her master was showing what he was truly capable of. The girl, Parrot, smiled brightly as she extended her hand towards the fifty or so people standing before her.

"So do you have any more doubts?! Can you deny the power that my lord possesses?!"

She cackled maniacally. Another explosion tore the middle city apart, lighting up the horizon behind the dirty yet gorgeous slum girl.

The Outer City, just as Parrot has prophecied, was safe. None of the missiles attacked this place for god knew what reason. But the boys and girls believed Parrot's words.