[Ellaine pov]
I scratched at the collar. The signature of my enslavement to Inari. My master. Yet as I searched through the rubble. Finding dead and more dead among them.
I found my thoughts straying only to his soft touch among my body. That face of his and the gentle way in which he had turned me into his pet. A sort of syndrome that I couldn't face away from.
I tried... and tried again... but it was no use. For I knew that he was my master and that was all that mattered.
So, as I searched through the rubble. Using the scattered dust and debris to my advantage. Killing droves of soldiers that suicidally scrambled to shoot at me. With guns and spells that were ultimately ineffective.
I scoffed. Popping the head of another. Watching the blood drain from his neck as his compatriots ignored his death. Their eyes crazed and manic. like some sort of mass spell had been placed over them.
