"Please, spare us. Do what you want, but… please, spare us," the leader of the once-proud powerhouses begged, their heads bowed in utter defeat. All of them had fallen—shattered like brittle glass—before Rebecca.
They had lost, and not just in strength, but in dignity. Defeated so utterly by one who, not long ago, was weaker than the weakest among them—someone they could have ended with a sneeze. Yet now, they knelt, trembling before a force they could no longer comprehend.
"Rebecca," the Universe Ender's voice cut through the silence like a divine verdict. He didn't even acknowledge the natives' pleas, his gaze fixed firmly on his disciple. "Never spare your enemies, no matter who they are. Mercy is a chain that will bind you."
Rebecca blinked, glancing at the pleading figures before her. Then, with a solemn nod, she replied, "Okay."
"Good," the Universe Ender said with a rare glint of approval in his cold eyes. "That's your first lesson."
