Aside from Chiron, captain Timi and Commander Hardstone, they were also others watching the fight between Carla a d the rebels.
Deamon and Dylan also watched.
They were in charge of destroying the Tesseracts that the rebel army commanded.
Naturally, When they were done, they both ran over to see what was going on.
It was a subconscious agreement on first sight not to offend Carla any time in the future.
Meanwhile, when her fight started with Razad, they thought that it was totally impossible.
After all, the difference in strength was just too much.
However, they was something about the tenacity of a mad man that was scary.
Where the source of madness came from was always different.
For some, it was from their pride. Others, it came from fear.
However, for Carla, it came from a perverted form of love.
It was only on the battlefield she felt connected to Chiron, and the tougher the opponent, the stronger the connection.
Women operated by a strong sense of emotion.
With them, the agreement of logic was thrown out the window.
Rational decisions were solely based upon feelings.
And her feelings for her master were strong.
The Other warriors and Orcs also watched through the Palace window as the fight progressed.
Many of them chuckling and making bets on the match.
Vanguard and the rest of the royal guards that had come with Commander Hardstone looked at them with surprise.
After all, these people did not even look like they were willing to go down and help.
This remained true even after Carla was pierced through by the scorpion tail.
They only exclaimed at the sight of it, and some of them even laughed.
Such an injury even for a demon was a fatal one.
However, she soon realised some thing as she looked around.
These men were not cheering because they believed that Carla would win.
No! They cheered and joked around regardless of an assault on their lives because of TRUST.
This was not trust in Carla but trust in Chiron.
Subconsciously, she looked to the balcony, at the back profile of her new found hatred and wondered what kind of methods he used to win such pride, trust and loyalty from his men.
That even in a situation where they were clearly losing, they still cheered and made bets on the match.
It would be clear to note that the People of Vandora had enjoyed many years of peace and prosperity.
Also, they had enjoyed favour and recognition from other nations, tribes and clans.
This made their pride swell incredibly.
They believed that they had a natural superiority to the rest of the Almace continent.
After all, with what they had achieved as a country, it was to be expected.
It was also the reason why Chiron was ostracized when he arrived.
A little, skinny country pumpkin from a back water Clan that could barely hold its own against the Dagger Clan.
He was seen as below the poor on the street, even though he was a prince of the country.
However, that was back then.
Now, his influence was so significant that it allowed him make his men form bonds with Barbaric Orcs.
These just went along to show his capabilities.
Besides he was just eleven years of age.
They was also the fact that he had just brought down an entire nation.
Even if he left now, it would take a long time before this nation would recover from the devastating loss.
After all, it had lost the most important figures that formed a foundation for a strong functioning country.
It would not be surprising if the nation broke apart afterwards.
However, she just could not accept him.
No! She couldn't.
In fact, she hated him dearly.
The match continued and the Scorpion's tail went through Carla, lifting her in the air like skewered meat.
Afterwards, it threw her away like a used rag.
She hit against the Palace wall, rebounding against it like a cloth doll.
Of course, the hit made further webbed marks on the wall.
She fell to the ground.
Her fall was seen clearly by all, making for an encouraging sight to the rest of Razad's men.
They cheered and screamed in new found morale.
After all, their biggest foe had fallen.
Razad laughed wildly as he pointed to the balcony.
"Armless Prince Chiron I'll have your head and drink from your empty skull a wine of VICTORY!"
Those words excited more roars of cheers from retreating men.
Chiron looked down at Razad like he was enjoying the display of a funny clown.
However, he did not reply but turned his head to look in Carla's direction.
Razad did not understand at first, but he subconsciously followed Chiron's eyes.
To his surprise, Carla slowly stood up from the ground like the rise of the undead.
Her bones were obviously shattered from the last mishandling that Razad treated her.
Yet, she stood.
Before the eyes of all, she used her one good hand to shift her displaced bones back in place.
*Crack!*
They made teeth grittying Crunching sounds that could make one's stomach turn, as she medded them back in place.
The Wound in her tummy was still there, and it made for a wonderful see through hole.
She broke and mended all her limbs in place, and then the wound mended slowly.
"What in the fucking...." Razad had not finished his curses when Carla launched at him again.
The sight of this made Commander Hardstone turned to Chiron sharply.
Even without questions, Chiron could tell what was going through his mind.
However, instead of a question, commander Hardstone voiced out a conjecture of the present situation.
"She is not just surrounded by the presence of the cored beasts is she?"
Chiron nodded, "yes, as of this moment, Carla is not just a demon, but a cored beast."
Meanwhile, back in Chiron's lab, one of the beast cores suddenly dried up and broke apart...
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