Everyone's expression sank to an absolute degree until only Rise was the one standing. He swept his eyes around and met Zarilan's eyes filled with despair and regret.
The whole world was shrouded by darkness and resentment, just as the world felt at its final moments. The weakness overwhelmed them.
If one looked at where the people gathered, one could see them collapsed on the ground, and only those strong enough to resist were still awake. However, none of them had the strength to move, much less speak.
If this happened before Kamille had taken over the most notable monster dens and gates, then every one of the population here would be wiped out as the monsters began to celebrate the world's origin being taken over by a noble.
After all, the weakness of the natives had become the strength of the monsters. They thrived in the despair, the chaotic atmosphere, and the darkness, which made it better.
