"Your target is only 42 people, Hera."
"And only 42 people are dead."
Hera crossed her arms as she nodded to herself in satisfaction. Tempo, on the other hand, could not help but once again look at the ruin she made. Although it's true that he was not seeing any other bodies besides the one sprawled on the floor near them, it feels like there were bound to be more dead people.
"...I think you did more than--"
"Are you doubting my words, peasant?" Hera did not let Tempo finish his words as she took a step towards him, "I made sure to ask Whiteking to have the others evacuated in a very sneaky manner before I let loose here!"
"P… please calm down. T… the sun's gett--"
"I am calm!"
"H… hey… your fists! Your fists!" Tempo's body started blurring as he took a few steps back, his fingers pointing towards Hera's fists, which were now trembling; the red veins crawling on them letting out a pulsing glow.
