A few minutes later, Axel was done extorting—ahem—collecting protection money from the remaining soldiers. Combined, they had all given him roughly 500 billion Colts.
It was literally just pocket change compared to his current wealth, but this wasn't done to get money anyway. It was to ingrain fear into them.
Fear of the unknown, and the known at the same time.
The unknown—the mysterious powerhouse that had deleted the majority of their fleet. Fenrir.
And the known—the very real danger of going bankrupt just to pay for their own lives. Like prisoners scrambling to cover their own bail, except with the added humiliation of having lost the fight that landed them there.
"Master..."
Right after they left, Fenrir flashed into existence by Axel's side, staring at the residual energy of their teleportation fading from the air.
"Do we chase them?" She asked.
