Betria was standing on the oration platform in front of the palace. His guards and valets were behind him.
They collected people by force. The binding king panicked. Whispers and hullabaloo made it even worse. Those words were enough loud to reach his ears.
His eyes rolled up on the abnormal clouds above his head, which contained purple rays lashed flashes out. No birds were flying in that sky preferred to hide and never involve in the battle. They all concealed until things become quite calm but this darkness had dragged many of them in the fire.
"What a mess he brought up!"
"He shows no mercy toward his kin, what would he do to us?"
"He has been feeding his monsters with our flesh, what the heck is this speech for?"
"F*ck you and your useless father… all of you go to the hell! Liar."
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