Shaken.
It was the only word that could seemingly describe their feelings now.
This world was one where the strong preyed on the weak. Maybe on Earth this was true to a small extent, but there had always been laws, rules, morality of a certain sort that protected those who were somewhat unable to protect themselves.
But in this world, that wasn't possible. It should never be possible.
For someone as weak as Cassarae to have an organization as large as the Petals of the Seeing Thorn by the balls… it almost never happened.
No. To say almost was to make it seem as though there were some examples. But these examples would be so scarce that even by laws of probability they were effectively null.
Seeing their reactions, Cassarae's own gaze flickered.
According to her original plan, she would have to fight with a more tug-of-war style, dancing on a blade's edge and trying to carve a small path out.
