Hatred. That's all he felt when the seven individuals appeared behind the veiled woman. He didn't know where it all came from, but after seeing all their faces, Arthur couldn't hold back the hatred he felt for those bastards that hid behind the curtains of good.
He squeezed his hands into fists, canceling out the cheers coming from the crowd around him. He could feel them, all eight godslayers that served the holy church. Four of them were crimson-eyed elves while the rest were completely human—a mixture of conjurer and augmenter-type magic users.
He stared carefully at the images playing on the projected display. He felt compelled to use his newfound bloodlust ability, but everyone here would probably die from suffocation.
"Citizens of Valron." The veiled woman spoke after briefly waving her hand. The broadcasting artifact was now pointing directly at her. "First, I apologize for not exposing my face to such a cheerful crowd."
