"Six years ago you murdered my wife and child. Wolves World scum, I want your lives."
"You butchered my guild brothers back then. Did you ever think this day would come?"
"Orgod, I want a duel with that skeletal trash from the Silent World. Will you grant it?"
The God of Fear's manifested will was forced into a one on one with the Demon Emperor, and the sight set the allied ranks ablaze. One after another stepped forward, naming names, demanding blood to wash their grief.
Orson looked over the seething crowd. A flicker of pain crossed his calm gaze.
He remembered, like yesterday, his sister dying before his eyes, his brothers falling to save him.
He knew too well the inhuman torment these people carried.
Even with godly power in his hands, he could not turn the river of time and pull the unjust dead back from the dark.
"As you wish. May our brothers and sisters return in triumph."
