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Gabriel, a man of action, felt a surge of rage. He wanted to leap onto the stage and expose the man for the fraud he was, but Seraphina placed a restraining hand on his arm. "That's what he wants," she whispered. "He's banking on a hero's bravado. We can't use force. We have to use a different kind of truth."
Elias, his eyes scanning the crowd, saw the effect of Valerius's words. People were beginning to look at the heroes with suspicion, their recent gratitude overshadowed by the politician's promises of a new, magical-free era. Valerius was subtly painting them as reckless magic-users who had brought chaos, even as he praised their "bravery." His lie wasn't a grand illusion; it was a slow, subtle redirection of public opinion.
"He's twisting the truth of our victory," Elias said, his voice grave. "He's making them believe that we, the wielders of magic, are a danger, and he is their only safe path to a new beginning."
Lyra, ever the pragmatist, saw the path forward. "The stone can expose his lies, but the people won't believe us if we just shout it from the rooftops. We have to give them proof. We have to expose his lies with a truth they can't deny."
Arthur looked at his companions, a plan forming in his mind. The Truth-Stone was a compass, not a weapon. It had pointed out the lie, but they had to be the ones to act on it. Valerius's true power lay not in magic, but in the people's trust. To defeat him, they had to prove he was a thief of hope. The first step was to find the source of his wealth and influence—the very things he was promising to give the people.
As Lord Valerius finished his speech to thunderous applause, the heroes began to move, melting into the crowd. They were no longer just a band of adventurers; they were now detectives of deception. Their new mission was clear: uncover the lies of the "House of Whispers," one villain at a time, and reveal the truth to a world that was still too eager to believe a lie. Their first villain, Lord Valerius, was a master of political deceit, and to expose him, they would have to play his own game.