"Which of you is Maximus head." Cyra ignored the woman entirely, her gaze fixed on the nine powerful figures ahead. Excitement stirred her blood.
Her face remained calm, unaffected by their imposing presence. Though their lips tightened at her lack of respect, they quickly regained composure.
"Young lady, show some respect when talking to elders... I'm Maximus head." Julia spoke out calmly with a reprimanding tone.
Cyra selectively ignored her words and asked in a flat tone, "State your reasons for my capture and trial."
She was about to sit and was attacked by Rose; she frowned, not liking someone interrupting her. Everybody's face turned serious when, with a flick of Cyra's hands, Rose flew far, breaking the wooden walls and falling further on the grass.
They heard bone-crushing sounds, and they went into a combat state; gone was their lax behaviour.
Cyra sat as if nothing happened and looked at Julia for answers.