For Clara, the remnants of the Mortal Clan were too pitiful to be of any challenge to her. Even the staunchest of opposition was easily dealt with. However, there was a limit to what Clara could do.
In truth, Clara's temper was just as short as Dyon's, however when it came to viciousness, she fell well short of where she needed to be to truly rule. And, after gathering all of the people from the first Legacy World together, she seemed to understand this about herself as well.
'I don't have the proper disposition of a leader.' Clara sighed to herself, looking up and into the skies. She tried to use Dyon's words to motivate the people, but often times, the masses could see through someone lacking charisma.
All her life, Clara was known as the silent and brooding tomboy. Her eyes were cold and uninviting, her emotions were often buried deep and she frequently used anger as a replacement for what she was feeling.
