At this moment, one by one, denunciation letters fell onto the table like scattered petals from a celestial maiden’s hand, the crisp sounds resonating through the room, casting a pale, lifeless hue over everyone present.
It was as if they had suddenly fallen into an icy abyss.
Like awakening from a boastful dream, they became painfully aware of the dreadful reality before them—worse still, they glimpsed an even more terrifying future.
“You all really are something, each and every one of you, hiding your secret skills,” Idra sneered, baring his teeth. “Why so silent now? Weren’t you all so loud just a moment ago? Let me see, who else has some earth-shattering words to say? Any more grievances or injustices to accuse us of?”
“Mercy from the Saint!”
One after another, trembling figures dropped to their knees, crawling on the ground, speechless now, with nothing left but desperate sobs and wails of misery.
Their expressions fully revealed a mixture of disbelief, terror, and the frustration of realizing they had been deceived.
But how much of that was genuine? How much was just an act?
Idra lowered his eyes, coldly looking down upon them.
He knew the truth in his heart.