Around them, silence spread like frostbite.
Moments ago, the air had been thick with panic, soldiers bracing for the worst, a tree large enough to flatten a battalion nearly crushing them all. Relief came with a snap, (snap), and Arbiter George's effortless disintegration of the danger. But before the relief could settle, another kind of chaos took its place.
Sakura.
The Supreme Heir, now on her knees, fists clawing at the dirt, eyes wide in something past terror. Her voice tore through the air like a banshee's wail.
"MONSTER!!"
The soldiers didn't move. Every breath was held hostage by the tension that suddenly gripped the field.
One soldier finally found his voice, hesitating as he turned to his squadmate.
"Is the Supreme Heir… okay? Colonel Leon didn't even do anything and she's calling him a monster."
Another scratched his head, clearly baffled. "Maybe it's that time of the month. Otherwise, I don't know what might be wrong. This is some serious overreaction."
