Chapter 782

"After humanity draped itself in the cloak of civilization, it seemed to shed its bestial nature. We lived together, using money and rights to embellish our lives. But to a certain extent, we were no different from our ancestors of thousands of years ago."

"We still devoured the corpses of other animals."

"From this perspective, humanity might be a kind of ghoul of the natural world. But we have lost control. We tirelessly devour the world. We see ourselves as the masters of the world, and thus ignore the places that are truly dangerous."

—Thomas Telford, On Humanity.

Setting down the book in his hand, a man rubbed the stubble on his chin. Ever since he had been locked up here, his sense of time had grown much fainter. He could only judge how long he had been inside by the length of his beard and hair.

After all, this place never saw the light of day.

He sat up from the crude bed and reached for the small mirror on the wooden table beside him. A Hextech desk lamp gave off a faint blue glow on the tabletop.

These were little things he had asked for after being imprisoned. His status as a councilor meant those people were still willing to grant him a tiny bit of privilege.

Staring into the eyes of the man in the mirror, Jayce Talis—the youngest councilor in the Piltover Council—gave a self-mocking smile.

Yes, this was what privilege tasted like.

Bitter.

He flung the mirror to the floor. With the sound of shattering glass, the guard outside the cell door slid open the viewing hatch in the iron door and peered in with a pair of intimidating iron-gray eyes. "Councilor, is something the matter?"

"I have many matters." Jayce did not even look