***
While the Colosseum went wild, watching Xenos, Arc, and Aspen 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 assassins, and the other showed Xenos.
'Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!'
The left one flashed red; an 'X' marked over the assassin's face before it slid to another.
'FUCK!'
Though internally going haywire, he was frozen still... watching as it constantly flashed.
One after another, each assassin he sent had 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.
