Conditional Agreement

Deafening silence echoed in the lounge as Neron stretched out his hand to make his offer.

I stayed silent, almost as though in silent contemplation. However, even before he said anything, my mind had already been made up. Surely, he must have noticed it as well…

"Watching all of you right now… being unable to even scratch the surface of your full potential… It's honestly hard to watch. How can the Martial Blade God be this weak? How basic are his Martial Arts? And the rest of you; how come you haven't developed more techniques or grown any further than this?"

I wasn't particularly talking to anyone, but I could sense some uncomfortable fidgeting among my audience.

'Honestly, it's insulting, almost like a bad joke, seeing them like this. We risked everything to stop the Nether Cult, yet this group poses very little threat here. And the worst part is that they're the good guys.'