"Destroy them."
A brown-haired youngster reached out with his hand and commanded. His sharp brows were like swords, and he possessed a chiseled nose that accentuated his handsome looks. Clad in a purple robe, he appeared quite regal but looked gaudy with his pretentious smirk.
He had the design of a red scythe etched on his purple robe, indicating his rank.
"Yes!"
Resounded a group of seventeen purple-robed people who stood in the air, maintaining a perfect amount of distance from each other as they appeared to be in a battle formation. They consisted of men and women, but they all had the design of a pitch-black sickle on their purple robes that indicated that they all had the same rank except the two at the center.
They had the symbol of a white scythe imprinted on their robes.