Officers and soldiers crawled at the feet of the masked man as if on a pilgrimage. They abandoned their loyalty to their nation, instantly becoming disciples of the enemy.
Qiqimora felt terrified. She knew a little bit about the power of the "Throne of Spirit," but this was the first time she had seen it in action.
To twist the enemies' hostility directly into worship towards oneself, the stronger the hostility, the more intense the converted reverence. It was utterly irrational, to say the least.
Similarly, other negative emotions such as fear should also be convertible into positive feelings.
The consequences of appearing before this man were entirely foreseeable.
Yet even so, a trace of covetous thought emerged from the depths of Qiqimora's heart.
If this man was Mr. Blood-Cloak, then he should be carrying the unique power of "Hatred."
If he had not yet assimilated that power, then the unique power should be with him, which meant there was a chance to steal it…
