"The initial twenty-three were the评估 (assessment) team," Number 24 stated calmly. "They determined that overwhelming numbers caused friendly fire. I am the precision team."
The clouds parted. Not with wind, but with light. A blinding column struck the center of the town, shattering windows and boiling the asphalt. 100 angels by ryu kurokage19 full
Akeno stepped forward, her eyes usually sharp, now soft with worry. Lightning danced between her fingertips, a nervous habit she hadn't shaken since the war began. her eyes usually sharp