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A few days had passed since Enma had been given her mission. She combed through the forest for those who opposed her new lords. The team of vasto lorde and herself had found all of the wanted Hollow. Out of 267, only 30 decided to comply with returning to the castle to stand before the throne to be judged. Making a square formation around the prisoners, the small army marched back to the Aztec-style building. The hard pounding from their feet began to echo back at them as they entered.
Enma made her way up the stairs, keeping the prisoners below surrounded. Her bell jingled with her steps, making it easy for those above to know of her presence. As she stepped up into the throne room she went into a kneel, reporting back in a respectable stance. She kept her head down and her eyes on the floor waiting for permission to speak.
Enma made her way up the stairs, keeping the prisoners below surrounded. Her bell jingled with her steps, making it easy for those above to know of her presence. As she stepped up into the throne room she went into a kneel, reporting back in a respectable stance. She kept her head down and her eyes on the floor waiting for permission to speak.