The Nun and Seraphina stood utterly frozen, staring at the physical manifestation of absolute military supremacy in Mirabella's hand. The golden badge, forged from indestructible celestial alloys, gleamed with ten blinding stars. In the Galaxy Fall system, such a rank was not given; it was carved out of mountains of corpses and oceans of blood.
"You are a celestial general?!" Seraphina exclaimed in shock, her voice trembling as she struggled to comprehend the sheer scale of slaughter required to attain that level, and Mirabella simply nodded her head with cold indifference.
'My goddess, how many have this girl killed to get this rank?!' Seraphina thought, her silver eyes wide, staring at the badge that practically radiated an aura of mass extinction.
