The whole world watched as Elian detonated the spies from another world. And though they all revealed monstrous appearances afterward, the sight of the Tyrant brutally skewering people had been burned in everyone's minds.
"Stil," Elian called.
The wolf knelt low and answered, "Yes, my Tyrant."
"Moving forward. Execute any foreign agent in our lands. I don't care where they are from. Work with Yearns. Kill them all."
"Yes, my Tyrant."
It was an extreme order. Yet no one could contest its results. If any world wanted diplomacy, hiding in the shadows was not the way. That was the sole message Elian wanted the world to know.
The humans with Katri shivered in terror. Suddenly the 3-meter golem in front of them ceased to be a hero and only looked like a monster. An unsheathed blade that forever sought its next target.
"Charade, human."
