Foolish Mortals at the Luxe
"Tell me, everyone." Kaze smiled mysteriously, "What was it like to hear Malta admit that we, a small faction a week ago, was the number one threat to their country?"
It took less than a second before a familiar voice answered the emperor's question.
"It… was… AMAZING!" Larkin yelled to the sky, "I feel ASHAMED that I thought Immortal Skye couldn't get more incredible. I've never been so wrong!"
A fraction of a second later, the elites detonated in wild cheering.
He addressed them in the arena after the soldiers left. Each person felt the area's power, drenched in blood and surrounded by tall, unbreakable t-walls.
Most importantly, they stood before the emperor, who they all saw differently, even Evalyn.
Kaze chuckled at Larkin's reaction and panned his gaze again. "Six people without combat experience won against Malta's top soldiers today.
Let's hear it for Brad, Sammy, Whitney, Paul, Rachel, and Mikey."
Loud cheers rang out in the area.