"The world is cruel to the weak," a cold voice interjected. It was , the Fire Mage, stepping out from the shadows. She adjusted her glasses, though her hands trembled slightly. "The Hero was weak. He had no political power. We simply made a choice to survive. We are the heroes now. We just need to silence the rumors."
The artist draws the four girls as literal monsters in the reflection of a crying child’s eyes. The medals turn to rust. "The world is cruel to the weak," a cold voice interjected
"The world is cruel to the weak," a cold voice interjected. It was , the Fire Mage, stepping out from the shadows. She adjusted her glasses, though her hands trembled slightly. "The Hero was weak. He had no political power. We simply made a choice to survive. We are the heroes now. We just need to silence the rumors."
The artist draws the four girls as literal monsters in the reflection of a crying child’s eyes. The medals turn to rust.