The power residing in Ayame did not just come from the bloodline that she had in her but something more that goes beyond the roots. She was not just radiating with the heat from the flames but she was having a strong vibration that made every fallen rogue feel the heavy pressure suddenly placed on their shoulders. Some managed to handle them and kept standing from it but the rest, they were digging their graves until they could no longer hold it together. They were all being smashed like a pulp.
'This feeling...'
'Tamer...'
'Seems like we're back on business.'
'We're glad that we followed right tamer.'
'Like the old times.'
'This is going to be fun.'
'Nobody messes with the great tamer of the Moon Priestess.'
'True and this one is going to be a messy one.'
'It's funny how you make it sound right this time.'
'Shut up, I'm just happy that we're working for her again after all these years of searching for a tamer like her.'
