Third Person
After the mighty fall of Alios, the arena soon scattered. Most of the crowd was surprised but pleased at how the Luna proved herself, but a set of people were more enraged.
Back in the mansion of the Prime Minister, the door slammed open, and five angry bald-headed men marched in like they were coming from war.
“How could this happen?” Senior Minister Haris Valen roared. “Isn’t she pregnant? How could she have knocked out Alios?”
Prime Minister Caswell ran his hand across his bald head. He had not seen this outcome in a million years. Now his plans of using Frost Fang as leverage were gone.
“There must be a way to make him dispose of her?” he whispered.
For a second, all five men sat down, their hands to their grayed chins.
“She was banished… so making her leave on that
