Omaru swallowed nervously, obviously not expecting such harsh criticism. His concubine remained still, nervously kneeling prostrate before the throne. Warhorse remained in her position, head bowed slightly, her eyes darting upwards to steal glances at the powerful being addressing her master. With a deep breath, Omaru gathered his courage and began to address Kali.<br/><br/>"F-Failure, my lord? Was not the Scarlet Sentinel brought low in your name? Defeated in physical combat, stripped of her uniform, and debased publicly? Ravaged by the people she is supposed to protect? I'm told she was even rescued by a simple waif girl! What more could I have done to humiliate her? She is proven to be beneath our notice now. A worthless, unworthy hero. She could not even stand in battle against my beast of burden, let alone myself. And you are even more powerful than I. Surely this is not a failure. We have succeeded beyond success. The Scarlet Sentinel will the the laughingstock of this miserable world.