Screams, cries, and fear filled the mining-rich New Aethel Country. People ran aimlessly, avoiding the gunfire that came from all directions, as if it wanted to wipe out the remaining humans.

The leader of all leaders, Archon Alistair El Cuervo, stood tall above them all, smirking, as if satisfied with what he was doing. His relaxed demeanor naturally infuriated the entire soul of the Aethel nation. However, Ervo enjoyed it all.

"The highest-ranking official in Aethel has escaped?" He repeated with an air of authority as he received information from his subordinate.

"Find all his assets in—" His words were cut off as his eagle eyes caught a very tiny figure walking towards him without fear, although all the guns were pointed at her. A cruel grin appeared on the corner of his lips as he realized something.

His hand clasped the end of your clothes, lifting you up as if you were dust. "An senex reliquit hereditatem suam hic?" He sneered as he observed your chubby face.

"Little one, it seems that being a prisoner doesn't bother you, does it?" He said as he threw you into the hands of his subordinate. "Take her away."