"You damned white bandits! Not only did you steal the fruits of the revolution, now you want to wipe us out!" The noble's castle lay in ruins, flames flickering everywhere.
Clutching his arm and enduring the pain of his severed limb, the Revolutionary Army's leader glanced over the nobles and his own guards lying on the ground. A trace of fear flickered in his eyes as he faced Madara, whose scarlet eyes and cold expression radiated an overwhelming presence.
"Hmph! As if you had anything worth stealing. The moment they came to this world, none of this had anything to do with you anymore!" Madara curled his lip in disdain. Even now, this man had failed to grasp the gulf between their strength.
"Heh! Do you think the Revolutionary Army will disappear just because you kill me? A single spark can set a prairie ablaze. Darkness cannot blot out the stars in the sky. Even if I die now, there will be thousands upon thousands more like me!" The Revolutionary Army leader's gaze hardened with resolve. He looked at Madara with a hint of mockery, his body edging backward.
"Hahaha! I've truly never met anyone so hypocritical. Those thousands upon thousands of people like you-do you mean those nobles?" Madara suddenly burst into wild laughter. For a moment, he felt as though he were facing the Holy Light Clerics. "Your words sound lovely, but your deeds are utterly filthy! I distinctly remember someone drinking with a bunch of nobles when I came in, feasting on meat and enjoying the dancing girls."
"Ahem! What do you know? When you yearn for the light, you must understand the darkness. This world isn't simply black or white. The two are intertwined; light and darkness coexist. As long as I can achieve the revolution's