It was different now!
This was the most immediate impression Verillion had.
Before, the hybrids and slaves had seemed to him like scattered sand, utterly incapable of resisting the Kabal's absolute authority. But now, the hybrids and slaves had changed completely!
If he had to say what was different, it was probably—
Their eyes!
That was right. Their eyes were different.
Before, the hybrids' and slaves' eyes held nothing but confusion, helplessness, and despair. They had no hope for the future, like walking corpses.
But now?
There was light in their eyes!
Hope for the future, hope for survival, and a longing for a better life!
Alvin's words had ignited the beautiful hopes buried deep in their hearts.
And as those hopes awakened, these walking corpses—who had long since lost their dignity, their sense of what it meant to be human, and their will to survive—once again kindled their dormant rage!
One person's anger could be ignored.
But what about the fury of ten people? A hundred? A thousand? Ten thousand?
The rage suppressed for ten thousand years had converged into a surging flood. It would sweep away Commorragh's entrenched social order, smashing to pieces any monsters and demons that dared stand in its way!
No one could stop this flood now!
Not Verillion. Not even Alvin!
Looking at the crowd, whose rage had been completely ignited, Alvin's eyes glimmered with an inscrutable light.
He knew what he was doing was despicable.
He had taken advantage of all this, and his goal was nowhere near as pure as his words suggested. This horrific war would devour all of Commorragh!
But he didn't regret it.
Or rather, for the sake of humanity, he didn't regret using such a method to carry out an earth-shattering deception!
He would weave a lie for