"Treachery! Treachery!" Verdrak bellowed like a mad man, his eyes swollen red. "I said it, didn't I?! He has betrayed the world and has brought Demon from the Villainess to murder us all! Treachery!"
All eyes looked down at the Demons who were supposed to murder them all. At first, they'd all carried wide eyes and tightened shoulders, gripping onto the council table or half-ready to flee despite the Grace Wall.
But their expressions now were calmer, some relieved, others confused, with slight-shame for the way they had reacted painted all over their features.
They were no longer scared of the supposed Demons because these Demons were dead.
"Council Member Verdrak," Lancet spoke with a very patronizing tone. "I don't know what you're saying but you can clearly see that these Demons are dead."
Heads turn in slow motion to the overzealous, angry old man who was looking more ridiculous by the second.
