Kill or be killed.
Just the way the world is now. Humans killing each other.
Accept it and-
Marianne took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
"Are you really…" Her Golden Eyes shone brightly, yet her gaze was colder than ever. "Foolish enough to do this?"
"What's the little girl going on about?" Petra sneered.
Marianne's advance actually gave the White Army some confidence. To be precise, the two Rooks and the Pawn, who had almost killed her, regained some confidence.
"The Skill that increased your Stats might be impressive, but it won't help you win. You will lose. You will all lose." Marianne raised her hand, and pointed at each and every Participant on the opposing side.
"What the hell is she talking about?" The former Rook chuckled.
