THIRD PERSON
Falling debris…
Dusty atmosphere…
Loud cries filled the place…
PEOPLE IN a black outfit roamed around, with no scars, as they were observing how destructive the environment was. But, they were used to it because after all, that is their mission—to break an awesome show just to find someone important…who can put back the richness of the empire, or entirely get the wealth of that powerful family.
A smile plastered on their faces, even when their masks on, you can sense that they felt the victory. That for at least, this time, a moment to celebrate, a champagne to bottle up, a juncture where they could successfully find Nashira.
They felt the air, they felt the breeze that Nashira is only around the place, breathing the same air as them. But nobody knows the identity. So, h
