The protesters stood where they were, looking around blankly.
They couldn't remember why they were here, couldn't remember what was written on the signs they held, and couldn't even remember the name Loren.
"Why... why am I here?" A middle-aged man looked at the sign in his hand in confusion. It was completely blank.
"Where is this? I think... I got lost?" A young girl rubbed her temples.
"Look, that manor is so beautiful." Someone pointed at the manor behind Loren and exclaimed in admiration.
Inside the media broadcast vans, the reporters looked at one another, having no idea what they were doing.
There was no record of the incident in their equipment, as if none of it had ever happened.
The only memories that had not been erased were those of the deaths of dozens of innocent civilians.
But people's memories of the matter had also become nothing more than a tragedy caused by an accidental explosion.
It had nothing to do with superpowered individuals, nothing to do with Loren, and nothing to do with anyone.
A carefully planned conspiracy capable of changing the world's balance had been completely erased just like that.
This was Loren's current strength, strength enough to rewrite reality with ease.
What allowed him to do this was precisely the power of dark magic he had seized from Chthon.
Of course, he could have accomplished it with the power of the Reality Stone as well.
But the Reality Stone was ultimately an external power, while the power of dark magic had completely fused with him. It was power that belonged to him alone.
There was still an enormous difference between the two. One relied on someone else, while the other relied on himself.
Loren lowered his hand and turned to walk back into the manor.