As I walked along the stone paths on the way to the villa, I saw pure chaos. Reapers torn apart. Blood spilled so much it turned the ground red. Cries of pain and anguish. Yet none of it mattered.
While I decided not to kill the innocent, we had to kill those who resisted. This was war. And I was not strong enough to enforce complete and total surrender.
"Mistress! Run to the panic room!" "Monster! Unhand me!" "NOO!!!!" "WHO ARE YOU ALL!" "YOU! You are the Soldat Matriarch! You betrayed Africa!" "I CURSE YOU! I CURSE YOU!"
The wolves, much like the Vithriss, fought like shadows. My army stayed quiet, unlike their weapons, which roared like thunder. Like animals, they gunned down all who resisted.
The Africans, for all their fighting prowess, were helpless in front of the Faker ammunition. Scales, thick hides, tough muscles—it was all the same.
