While Captain Timi immediately hurried forward at the Invitation Chiron gave out, his brother hesitated.
He waited for a little and calmed Vanguard. She had just lost her little cousin to the venom of his own curiosity.
Or perhaps it was a mistake. Either ways, it had happened and now, he had no choice but to console her.
Vanguard was a strong warrior. She was already in the Bronze rank.
Besides even though the death of her cousin brother had come as a shock to her, she was not at all new to the concept of death.
She got a hold of her emotions rather quickly, but that did not mean that her hatred for the prince had in a way or manner diminished. In fact, it had grown substantially. After all, she never liked him in the first place.
Commander hardstone finally let her go and walked to the balcony to meet with Chiron and Captain Timi.
To call this a balcony would make it appear small, but it was anything but that.
With its size of several meters like a landing pad sticking out of the palace building, it was easy to say it was an elevated Terrace.
Like the rest of the Palace, the floor was made with well ceramic tiles.
Made to display the exquisite taste of the king. Only ever changed by the successful ascend of a new king.
It was dark, but gave out a beautiful luster so clear that on full moon nights, one could see the proper shape and glow of the twin moons in the tiled floor.
Rumors had it that on this ground that extended outward for the king to talk to his people, very defining decisions that shaped the history of the country had been made.
Of course, it was on this same floor that the last king made the decision to celebrate the end of the Vandora kingdom that spelt the end for him and his subjects.
So yes, this was really a place for decisions that could change the country.
Captain Timi joined Chiron on the balcony looking below, and shortly, so did his elder brother.
Commander Hardstone was at first skeptical as to what the Prince wanted to show him, after all, they were under attack, and the prince was more interested in sight seeing of the Chanland capital.
However, the moment he stepped up and looked below, the believability of what he saw felt more like a miracle.
She was all alone.
Carla was all alone.
Yet, fear was absent from her gaze, walk or manner.
Only the ruling presence to look down upon the world around her remained.
Even from where they watched, he could tell that she did not have these men in her eyes. Like they were objects beneath her presence.
It was the same look a wealthy merchant gave a boar that was about to be diced for his table.
Yes, to her, they were FOOD.
This idea, she expressed with her tongue licking the side of her mouth.
The pause was brief, and Razad only contemplated for a few seconds before he ordered his men forward.
Razad was a man of the battlefield.
He was sensitive to danger, and killing intent. This was regardless of what his eyes around.
For this reason, even though he saw a young girl walk out of the Palace, his senses told him he was meeting with the most terrifying foe he had ever seen in his life.
And then, she moved.
Carla kicked against the ground with force disproportional from the size of her body.
*Boom* a small crater of three feet deep formed behind her as she rushed into their midst.
This was the battlefield, a separate ground from the Chikitsa kingdom.
She had the privilege of releasing her demon side as much as she wanted.
On the spot, her hands grew long dark fingers liking to dark blades.
From afar, it looked like she was holding five long, black swords in her little palm.
Yet, she waved them like a hand fan.
Her demonic energy oozed out of her being.
It was dark, and it carried a red flavor about it that added to the charm of Presence.
Every wave of her hand was a cut like no other.
As she attacked, so did they.
However, it looked as if this was just a one way slaughter.
With the way she did it, a better suggestion for them would be to stand and wait for death.
She cut everything in and around her.
Every wave of her hand was a limb; hand, leg, organs, half a face, ear, or even intestine shooting into the air like the 'Hip-Hip Hurray' of a graduating class throwing their hats in celebration.
Her every motion bathed the world around her in blood.
The madness of it everywhere.
As she killed and slaughtered, her head subconsciously turned and looked at the balcony.
Up there, she could see Chiron looking at her.
He was far up, but on the side of his lips, a faint smile was apparent.
That smile was like Jet fuel to her excitement.
"His eyes are on me! His eyes are on me!! I make him happy!!!" The ecstasy of the feel of his eyes and smile on her fueled her passion to cause more chaos, to break more bones, to bring more death.
With the blood and presence of the Core beasts about her adding up to her ferociousness, she was a wild beast for Slaughter.
Yes, she was.
In her heart, she felt extremely elated. It was only in times like this that she fully felt close to Chiron.
The joy was so great that it made her remember his touch on her skin as he carved the marks, and if not that she was already covered with the abundance of blood, one would notice the wetness that flowed from in between her thighs.
This was her dance floor, her blades the disco ball, the blood, her dress, and the memory of Chiron's eyes and smile, her faithful partner.
Right now, it was only her and Chiron in her head.
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