Amidst the bustling cityscape, The Crown Guard carried out the grim task assigned by the Federation, her golden and emerald spear glinting ominously. With eerie white magic, she swiftly and efficiently ended the lives of two random individuals, their fate sealed by the organization's orders. As witnesses gasped in horror, she turned to them, her voice cold and unwavering: "Order of The Federation. Move along, citizen." Her chilling demeanor left no room for dissent.