The grand hall—where the highest authorities of the Astros Empire once gathered—was now filled with screams.
Horrific cries echoed as the stench of blood permeated the air.
Moments later, silence fell.
The hall was littered with corpses. Only a handful had been spared.
Souta opened his palm, and the blood scattered throughout the hall moved eerily, gathering into his hand.
"It's all cleaned up," he muttered.
With his ability, interrogating people was easy—he could instantly tell truth from lies.
Souta shook his head and swept his gaze across the room. "It's been a while since I've been here."
He patted the dust off his clothes and sat down. Amanda and Franklin cleaned up the bodies before taking their seats as well.
The hall now held far fewer people than before. Yet no one questioned Souta's actions. In fact, those who had been spared felt a sense of relief—the ones causing trouble were finally gone.
Souta glanced at Jamine and gestured toward a seat.
