The Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group and the School of Fallen Zenith were still putting pressure on Verillion.
After all, this was nominally the Celestial School's territory. With the Witch Council as witness, they couldn't just do as they pleased.
Besides, Verillion had lived in Commorragh for so long that he had to have some connections.
While things were heating up outside and pressure mounted on Verillion, a rumor was spreading through the lower levels of Pain's Nest.
True Born Sons were no gods. They feared death, too!
And as proof, the corpse of a True Born Son warrior had appeared in the Black Market on the lower levels.
Though very few people had seen it, that was how rumors worked.
As the rumor spread, more and more half-breeds began fiercely debating whether True Born Sons were really... superior!
"Hmph. True Born Sons aren't anything special!"
"Exactly! I'll tell you something in confidence: a friend of mine saw one of them begging on his knees for mercy with his own eyes!"
"A True Born Son begging on his knees?"
"Yeah! Dozens of True Born Sons surrounded one human, and he killed them all!"
"Gasp..."
The news began spreading like wildfire through the lower levels.
At the same time, a new rumor spread like wildfire among the half-breeds and slaves!
There was no fundamental difference between half-breeds and True Born Sons!
True Born Sons were nothing but a lie concocted by the upper classes to maintain their eternal rule!
In the outside world, there was no eternal torture, nor eternal suffering.
At that moment, under pressure from the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group and the School of Fallen Zenith, Verillion finally couldn't hold out any longer. He agreed to let some of their forces enter the area and search.
Almost all of them