"Why haven't Isley and Riful shown themselves yet? Are they really going to stand by and watch every last Awakened Being under their command get wiped out?"
Watching the one-on-one death matches unfolding in the distance under Teresa's direction, Ine Lily's eyes filled with confusion.
In her view, these Awakened Beings had already completed their task. Now the Abyssals should have stepped in to confront the Organization head-on.
Allen answered with a chuckle, "Isn't it obvious? Neither Isley nor Riful considers these Awakened Beings their own people. They see them as tools and cannon fodder, and never intended to let them survive this battle. In fact, Isley despises his own kind to his very core. Back when the first generation male warriors awakened one after another, he was the last to awaken."
"What? You're joking! The Silver King, the very first Abyssal, actually despises his own kind?" Sophia's eyes widened in surprise.
"Is that so strange? Unlike those who started viewing humans as food the moment they awakened, Isley has always retained his pride and dignity as a human being. He never considered himself some special species above humanity. He simply accepts the law of the jungle—that the strong naturally have the right to rule the weak," Allen explained casually.
"From the sound of it... this Silver King doesn't seem all that bad." Sophia rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
But Allen couldn't help bursting into laughter. "Hahahaha! Not all that bad? What an interesting assessment. Tell me, what standard do you use to distinguish good from bad? Merely whether someone refrains from slaughtering innocents? If that's all it takes, then the other two Abyssals and plenty of Awakened Beings also qualify as 'not all that bad.' But there's no denying that the vast majority of them have eaten living people's innards.