Ga'ran opened the box's top and smiled with partly-lidded eyes at the figures resting inside of it.
Four people, all of them travelers from America.
The trio of defence lawyers whose actions had caused such a stir in the country of late, and for good measure, the chief prosecutor of their home city.
With ease, she picked the four of them up from inside the box and put it aside empty.
None of the group had any idea of how they might hope to escape this situation. Ga'ran might have been nearly exposed for the corrupt and illegitimate ruler that she was, but to allay her defeat, she'd produced the kind of trump card none of them could have expected.
So, starting with Phoenix and Apollo, they'd found themselves shrunken down to roughly an inch each. Athena and Edgeworth hadn't even been involved in the trial directly, yet she'd judged them just as guilty as the others all the same.
They were splayed in the queen's palm, her vile smirk trained on them from above. They didn't know precisely what she had in mind, but she'd made their ultimate fate quite clear when she took them into custody in their reduced size.
They were due for execution.
These insolent insurgents didn't deserve the privilege of her words, she felt. Ga'ran gazed at them, idly drumming her fingers against her side as she contemplated how best to snuff out their role in the failing rebellion.
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