"Vice-Leader Darian, you made us abandon our homes, and now we're cowering like turtles. We're just retreating without really fighting! We've got almost two hundred thousand elite soldiers — why waste the chance to attack?! What's your plan?"
"You forced our patriarchs to bring every resource and person into your sect, and now you're enjoying everything and leveling up so fast… that's kinda suspicious, isn't it?"
Dozens of angry voices rose up, then hundreds.
With Darian's apparent inaction over the last fifteen days, frustration had built up and exploded. The crowd — geniuses, veterans, and powerful clan figures — demanded answers only Darian could give. After all, he never discussed things; he just issued orders that couldn't be questioned.
Remira and the nearly two hundred thousand elite soldiers flushed with fury.
"You idiots, are you asking for death?!" Zatrian roared, drawing her sword.
