Godfiend's Conspiracy

"Our biggest fault was trusting you, this villain!" Hong Meng's eyes showed that bone-deep hatred once more, as he stared at Godfiend opposite him, who was almost shrinking below the table. "We used all we had to help stabilize your plane, while ours returned to complete nothingness. And he took that opportunity to rob our original source the purple gas, and to banish us to the outer realm. Shouldn't we revenge such deep grievances?"

His voice grew deeper as he spoke. His heart was full of rage and sorrow for being powerless against the collapse of homeland. It was like he was making his final laments. His whole body was so tense that it seemed like it was going to break in the next moment.

For a time, everyone around the table were silent. Even Lonemoon who had always been eloquent didn't know how to speak.