The merchants had lost all hope as they hid in the manor.
All of them except one.
Everyone had lost hope except for Victoria.
That was because she knew something that no one else knew.
It was absolutely impossible for Eros to have left his home unprotected and guided.
After all, there was a reason he hadn't taken them along with him.
Some of the merchants went on their knees, praying to their various gods.
Just when the barrage of blasts seemed as if they were going to swallow all in sight.
Three shadows moved.
Unlike most that had closed their eyes in fear of death's arrival, Victoria had not.
Her eyes were wide open.
This was an event that she was not willing to miss no matter what.
After all, she knew that they would come.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the manor. The figure had their hand to their side and their head bowed. From the looks of it, the person was holding a sword.
*Barrage strikes of lighting kisses*
The sword was suddenly unsheathed.
