The Martial Unity

BANG!

Prince Randal struck his fist against a table.

His expression was murderous.

His demeanor was grave.

They had just returned to one of their secret bases, transported by their Martial Masters. He gritted his teeth as he thought back to what happened.

Even at this very moment, it was difficult to conceive that what happened had actually genuinely happened.

He didn't understand.

How could something so outlandish happen?

He was unable to conceive of a possible chain of causality that could explain how this happened.

"What happened?" He turned to his Martial Masters sternly. "Why were we unable to kill him despite the numeric advantage?"

The Martial Masters grew severe. "The Voidreaper…he was incredibly dangerous. There's a decent chance that he would have been able to kill at least two of you before we could take him down."

His words stirred Princess Ranea as she turned towards them.

A glint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. "I have never heard of any circumstance where one Master is able to deter sixteen using assassination. It was literally sixteen to two. Couldn't you have split up and ganged up on them individually separately."

The Martial Masters shook his head. "With her stealth and speed, she would effortlessly weave past us and kill all of you. Or, Rui Quarrier himself would kill you while she keeps us busy. He may not be a Master, but after the shocking performance that he displayed, it is not inconceivable that he may be able to kill you in the briefest opportunity that presents itself."

She didn't respond to his words.

qualified

was clearly unsatisfied by such

sat on the floor in the corner of the room, uncaring for her dignity as a royal

shivering with

eyes were bloodshot and

mental hospital escapee than a

word since

brain was short-circuiting, trying to rationalize how an event that defied causality had unfolded. She was no different from a computer trying to divide a number by zero at

She murmured something

was that,

KILL HIM!" She screeched with ugly bloodlust. "I'LL TEAR

down, Your Highness," One of her Martial

It was in vain.

her face.

do no such thing,"

command me, you filthy army dog?" She

His eyes sharpened fiercely.

The air grew electric.

he managed to keep his cool,

You will go from being a dignified royal princess with

cold

pain, she cared about herself more. The Martial Union imprisoning her in a shabby prison with shabby cloth for clothes and livestock feed for food was an outcome that she desperately wanted to

as he thought about the circumstances that they were

It was beyond dire.

It was dooming.

and he proceeded to

them for life. Prince Randal had asked his Martial Masters if they could track him after they had