Slayer's Curse

"How about you keep it short and make it quick," Ace advised, his patience wearing thin.

Janice sighed, crossing her arms. "Fine. It's because of you. You stirred up a hornet's nest by putting the spotlight on the cult hiding under the C.I.B.'s incompetence. Do you really think it all ends with your little cosplaying friends taking down the mutant rust worm that possessed Sir Beyton?"

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Then you're sorely mistaken, my silly nephew. Do you even realize what you've done? You've set something in motion that could lead to the downfall of the entire C.I.B.—maybe even the whole damn country. And for what? Some petty revenge?"

Her words carried weight, but what irritated her most was the fact that Ace looked genuinely confused like he had no clue what she was talking about.