At the moment the image faded, the entire room fell into a hushed silence.
The crowd stared blankly at the young man who had removed his hand from the Sealed Object, speechless.
What could they possibly say?
A scion of a generation of loyal and distinguished military lineage had plummeted into the depths of despair due to the backstabbing of some greedy and power-hungry individuals, and not a single member of his family met a good end.
Although such incidents were not uncommon in the Imperial Capital, when such a vivid scene was displayed before their eyes, it was a completely different experience.
At least those with a conscience subconsciously averted their gaze, not daring to look at the pale-faced youth any longer.
Even Tiya, who had just now taken the initiative to suggest the use of the Sealed Object, instinctively took a half step back.
Her face was pale too, but not due to physical discomfort.
