...Violet's voice rang through her tent, sharp and furious, echoing off the canvas like the snarl of a beast cornered.
"They're all useless!" she bellowed. "All of them! The so-called noble families of the Almace Kingdom—weak! Spineless! Not one with strength worthy of battle!"
The flames from the brazier danced behind her, flickering in rhythm with her rising soul energy. Her hand was still on the hilt of her blade, fingers twitching.
In truth, she was not one to mind these people. But she had to admit after studying the orb. That need for more power was necessary if she had to explore the dungeon.
If not for any other reason, then for canon fodder.
She had come with troops, but those were men and women she had fought along side for many years.
She was popularly known to be heartless, but definitely not to her own people.
Luke was not trust worthy. All she was left with were the other noble families.
