Internal Turmoil Part(2/2)

At the command tent's center was a rectangular table, and on one side sat Izroth, Aurie, and Solomon. Satoras stood behind Izroth with an indifferent expression. As far as he was concerned, humans wasted too much time on their procedures and hearings. Back during his era in the Nether Realm, everything was decided with power alone. There was no right or wrong; it was whoever had the most power that was always right. If someone wished to question them, they better have had the strength to back it up; otherwise, only death awaited them!

Sat across from Izroth's group were the Jestal family members—Orcus, Anaemia, and Leuko.

Anaemia and Leuko glared at Solomon with hatred in their eyes. The humiliation from earlier was still fresh in their minds; however, they could only secretly curse the General.