"Death... penalty?" Shepherd's expression wavered as he looked at the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman who had just relayed what Prince Costat had said, "Are you sure you didn't misunderstand?"
It's a question of little merit; errors could happen in translating the Empire's dialect, but Prince Costat used spiritual fluctuations, making it impossible for any mistakes or omissions in meaning.
Yet the matter sounded utterly fantastical, leaving Barbaro with a changing expression; what madness had gripped the Empire, slapping itself only to hand the Azure Dragon a trophy?
Anduin furrowed his brows tightly, then suddenly felt a surge of spirit, muttering to himself: "No wonder there's been a delay in public announcement, they were waiting for this event."
Some were lost in thought, others were angry and shocked, nearly causing the Creator Divine Craftsman's carrier to be scrapped.
"As expected of you..." Levinbeck stood by the porthole, staring intently at the slightly damaged Mecha.
