The hall where Basil's supporters gathered was deafeningly silent. No one made a noise as they planted their gaze on him and basked in his profound presence.
His shining Pacifer Seal, the soul-piercing gaze of his golden eyes and the golden halo behind him made the people feel like they were facing a deity. The silence was perceived until Basil opened his mouth.
"You have done well for the past twenty days. I have heard a lot about your advancements from our formidable Warriors and I have to commend you for that," he intoned powerfully. "Few as we are, I suggest you feel no doubt. We have 70 peerless Warriors on our side and your undying spirit. Outnumbered as we may be; triumph remains guaranteed."
Basil didn't talk as if the world was going to end after he stopped speaking, which was what most public speakers did to convince people. He talked calmly and deeply without any raise in his voice but still managed to rile the people up.
