As a queen, Isabella was prideful. She refused to allow anyone to shine brighter than her.
If such a person existed, and she couldn't eliminate them, then she had only one option. Isabella knew she would just have to work harder, push further, and burn with a brilliance that would eclipse them all.
Bloom, Isabella, she told herself, a fierce fire igniting in her soul. You will be the star that outshines every other in a thousand worlds.
Compared to Isabella's self-motivation, the Demon Makareth was far more direct.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. "You all have to die! I need more resources! I need to build my city, Miseria! I need…"
Makareth was in a bizarre state. Perhaps from absorbing the life force of too many others, he had become completely unhinged. He was a whirlwind of slaughter, muttering a constant, insane litany to himself as he cut a bloody path through the enemy ranks.
.....
"Is that the leader I've been searching for?"
