*The child is now trying to grab Mira's ear, giggling a bit.*
~Meanwhile, Many Miles Away~
*A dark figure leers down at its two shuddering servants, a scizor and a gallade.*
Figure: "... I believe I misheard you, for it sounded like you just said 'We killed them.'"
S: "Y-yes... Master... We had no choice... They-"
Figure: "YOU BLUNDERING IMBECILES!!! I told you how important their powers were to my rise as emperor! How could you kill them?!"
G: "Master... We accidentally killed their child with a Javelin... We wanted to just pin him to a tree, but it pierced his heart... The child didn't last a minute after that... His parents went berserk... They launched themselves at us, using every ounce of power they had... We had no choice but to kill them..."
Figure: ".... Wait... A child...? They had a child?"
*Both of the servants nod eagerly.*
Both: "Yes, Master."
Figure: "Hmm... The spirit of the Dragon's Seal cannot die if its hosts have a descendant to pass it on to... There is a chance that the Seal passed on to the child when they died, which would've prevented his death...."
*He stares at his servants thoughtfully.*
"... Very well. Our next path is clear: The child must be found."
Both Servants: "Of course, Master! Right away, Master!"
*They both get up and start to walk away.*
Figure: "And just where do you think you are going?"
Scizor: "... To... Find the child, sir..."
Figure: "No. You two have already proven yourselves horribly inept at following my orders. You know the punishment for failure..."
*Horror crosses the servants features.*
Gallade: "No... No, please...!"
*The figure snaps his fingers. Two large Tyranitars wearing red armor walk into the room, grabbing the servants.*
Figure: “Take them to the death chambers… Make it slow… I want to hear their screams haunting me in my sleep for the next ten years to come… When you’re done, I want you to hang their bodies outside this tower… Let them serve as an example… A warning to never fail me…”
*The Tyranitars nod and drag the screaming servants away.*