As the saying went, crude words could still hold true meaning. Though Spheria's words were painfully blunt, that near-cruel bluntness made them all the more real.
At least to the many Sequence Zeros who had schemed against one another for thousands of years, those words were far more reassuring than any promise.
After glancing once more at Fabuti, who showed neither objection nor dissatisfaction with Spheria's remarks, everyone looked at him with a little more pity.
With that pity in mind, Delasion skipped Fabuti's introduction altogether. There was no need for everyone to learn too much about expendable material.
"The last ancient god to arrive is the former Tyrant—Sonia Solom, the Elf King."
Following Delasion's gaze, everyone saw the figure seated in the Tyrant's position, entirely shrouded beneath a cloak, with even his head concealed by a hood.
Since his identity had been exposed, Sonia Solom no longer hid himself and removed his hood.
Klein felt somewhat disappointed at the sight.
Although the man's face was handsome enough, and he possessed the pointed ears characteristic of elves, his bearing was completely different from the elves in the fantasy works Klein had seen before transmigrating.
A Tyrant... It did suit him, though.
Lilith suddenly understood. No wonder she had found him familiar.
Fabuti had completely changed his appearance, leaving only the aura of the Abyss familiar to her. Sonia Solom before her, however, had not changed his appearance. His build was familiar, and his temperament remained the same as before, except he no longer had that former aura.
So he was not yet the Tyrant... That made sense. The Lord of Storms was not dead yet.
The others also turned to look. They had assumed he had concealed his appearance to temporarily hide his identity, since powerful figures of the Tyrant