***
While the Colosseum went wild, watching Ignotus, Lykos, and Ulv kill one assassin after another, a man in a dark room ran his hands through his face, beyond frustrated.
'...h-how?'
Before him were two crystals.
'This can't be happening.'
Both conjured projections: one showed the assassin's faces, and the other showed Ignotus.
'Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!'
The left one kept flashing red; an 'X' marked over one assassin's face after another.
'FUCK!'
Though internally going haywire, he was frozen still... watching each assassin he sent have their image cut through, DEAD.
HOW WAS THAT BASTARD KILLING THEM SO EASILY?!
'I... I never should have accepted that contract.'
The man once believed that he knew better.
'I should've known... I should've known! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN!'
'Anyone willingly involving himself with that Goddess is...'
'This wasted half my people—DAMMIT!'
He sighed, deeply regretting his choice.
'Just who the Hell did I get involved with?'
