"My Apostles..." Terra Firma's eyes glanced at her Apostles, kneeling with their heads down behind her back. In their minds, it was beyond heretical to stand in equal to their master. They also admire her deeply in their heads and also found themselves inherently afraid.
The moment such soft words escaped her supple lips. The Apostles bowed their heads deeper, listening to whatever she says with their utmost concentration and clarity.
"I have given you the mission to execute the dragoness in my behalf and sent you to the Colonial Dominion of Terra to complete it. But you have failed to do so as she stands before me now, alive. However, I shall forgive you for your failure as it is natural for imperfect beings."
Terra Firma's irises glowed with a tinge of radiance as the words that were uttered from her mouth was akin to a commandment to her Apostles. Each words have given their mission far greater weight than ever before.