It was an odd feeling. Originally, I wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of the people who invaded my land. More so when I learned of the hardships my girls had to endure.
But while I did hate them initially, I learned that they too had their own circumstances. And while that made me a bit sympathetic, I could care less. Thus, I challenged them to a fight and brought everything I had.
I was even half in mind to "accidentally" kill them using Roach's anti soul halberds. However, fate had other plans. Despite bringing them to the edge of ruin I know learned how dangerous my victory was to actual defeat.
I was fortunate that the first invasion force that arrived was from South America. Their continent created an invasion force made of nothing but their weakest Reapers. This meant each and every one who tried to invade us were so close to soul collapses they were deemed useless.
