[Three-eyed Nation.]
In the throne room of the Three-eyed Nation, a heavy silence hung in the air. Josephine stood beside the throne, her gaze fixed on the seven kneeling figures before her. Among them were Jolie and Frederick, their bodies bruised and bloodied, their armor now held by Nioh, who stood silently with Star, Blood Eye, Nicolas, and ten of Josephine's mercenaries.
"So… what now?!" Jolie yelled, her voice filled with a mix of defiance and exhaustion.
"I have to say, you put up a valid fight," Josephine said, her fingers tracing the silver backrest of the throne.
"What are you planning now?! Do you want to wipe out my race?! You don't want that much blood on your hands!" Jolie muttered coldly.
"If I wanted that, why would I sneak in? With one command, my mercenaries would get it done," Josephine replied, turning to face Jolie directly.
