The whimper and cries echoed through the playground, just out of reach of the teachers on watch. A boy lay on the ground bleeding from the nose, sobbing curled up while another stood over him with bloody knuckles and a crazed look. Taking serval deep breaths, he began breathing heavily, smiling. "I am stronger. No one will be stronger than me; mark my words. Henry Truman will be the strongest person in the world!"
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Seeing Rhinefield in ruins was enough to leave quite the impression on Zinnia. She hadn't seen the outcome firsthand, so bare witnessing the carnage left behind had pushed her further than she imagined. Thoughts ran through her mind; the one most adamant was guilt as she began to question herself. Could she have stopped this?
Emil shook her shoulder lightly, whispering. "Are you alright?"
Still dazed, Zinnia licked her lips, turning to Emil heartbroken. "I'm sorry."