On Prison Island, Alvin sat stiffly in a lounge chair at the edge of the golf course, looking at the even more uncomfortable-looking leader of the Night Dragon, Lennore...
Facing a group of Night Guards who had devoted themselves selflessly for over a thousand years, Alvin really didn't know what to do.
Their deeds over the past millennium made it clear that their faith was sound. They'd just followed the wrong person.
They'd kept to their creed and watched over the world in secret for all these years without complaint. Satan's arrival seemed more like a political maneuver by God King Freyr to secure a way out...
And everyone knew that when faith and politics got into bed together, the result was always a "freak"...
The problem lay with the individual. How hard-hearted did someone have to be to condemn the efforts of an entire group over nearly a thousand years because of a few people's decisions?
Telling them that the faith they'd spent the past thousand years striving for was actually a "lie," and making such steadfast believers question themselves, would be leading them to ruin.
Alvin knew he couldn't bring himself to do that...
Since he didn't want to tell them the "truth," Alvin had no choice but to play the evil bastard...
After all, I'm stronger than you. You're already here, so what else can you do but join me?
Lennore, the leader of the Stonewing Legion, was even more uncomfortable. Faced with the person who'd helped her kindle divine fire, she didn't know what sort of attitude to take...
This guy had destroyed her "home," then helped her—whose strength had stagnated for over a thousand years—advance further, and finally domineeringly forced her side to surrender...
Alvin's contradictory actions left Lennore unsure whether she should put up