The Major General with white hair stood to one side, looking at the scene in the prison, and sighed, "Your Excellency, how many Spirits are needed to dominate the anomalies outside?"
"Sadly, I'm not sure," Digdit said, "but even if the number of Spirits is insufficient, we can temporarily dominate and push it farther away."
His voice grew louder, "General, I know what you're thinking..."
"I promise, I'll only aim my gun at those damned prisoners, those who deserve to die, and those who are dead weight."
"Everything I do is for the sake of our nation, the future and fate of our city!"
Hearing his compelling words, the General couldn't help but be convinced, "Let's hope so..."
"I fully support you as the supreme leader."
Perhaps every "Tamer" had ambitions wider than the sky, superior action abilities, and the willpower of a hero.
As the car reached the central conference hall downtown, Digdit saw the vast crowd of protesters and those high-ranking officials.
