Redstar's gaze moved slowly, taking in the field, the stands, the broken edges of what used to be structure.
Her brow pulled in slightly.
"If they sent S-Class immediately…" she muttered, voice low, the accent thick, "this would not happen."
Her lips pressed together.
"Hmph."
She scoffed softly, the sound carrying no weight beyond the moment.
"Damned capitalists," she added under her breath, eyes narrowing faintly. "Always calculating… always waiting. Maybe there is profit in this, da… they wait, let damage grow."
Her head tilted just slightly as she continued to look.
No anger held.
No pride either.
Just observation.
A brief flicker of something closer to pity passed through her expression—and left just as quickly.
She exhaled.
Then rose.
Her body lifted higher without effort, drifting upward past the height of the stadium lights, past the surrounding buildings, climbing steadily into thinner air.
