Funf stood above the arena, glaring at Asmodeus with sharp, unfeeling eyes. She stomped, cracking the surface of the stance and creating long, web-like fissures that spread rapidly towards the edges.
"How did they survive?!" She screeched.
Her aura burst into a storm of pink flames as she shifted her gaze to the other announcers.
"Tell me, girls. Where the hell is the promised death and destruction?"
Everyone who worked backstage knew the arena segment wasn't to raise money, but for pure entertainment. The clients normally spent more after a brief gambling session and watching the inferior slaves die.
"Mistress Mei Ling..."
"We don't know either, that dwarf helped with tonight's event!"
"Ah, that old, seedy dwarf must have betrayed us!"
The three women weren't normal. Triplets kidnapped, brainwashed and raised to serve the Blood Moon Group until death, unlike Funf, who muscled her way in with past connections and pure power, grasping a seat on their high council.
