Leopold's voice grew softer with his last few words, and those around him couldn't help but have their eyes redden involuntarily.
They didn't know why John had lured Alastair away, but one thing they did know was that their burden here had lightened significantly.
Many had already begun to weep quietly.
"Stop crying, he's not dead yet!"
Archibald rallied, casting a cold gaze over the crowd.
"Don't forget, we still have these lesser monsters to deal with. If you want to die, jump now. Don't waste time here, and don't whimper!"
"I warn you! Let me not find out who's weakening the morale here, or I'll be the first to not let you off!"
"Get to work on these monsters! The biggest one has been drawn away; can't you handle these? Are you useless?!"
"Tell me loudly, are you useless?"
"If you admit you're useless, then just go hide in the back and cry. No one will bother with you!"
