The Soul Art eventually dissipated.
The overwhelming Ether slowly evaporated into the air as the incorporeal force holding the powerless slave began to wither away.
"I have confirmed that the testimony against this slave is correct. You are guilty of all you were accused of." The voice of the Family Head wafted in the air like a death sentence as Rey's feet touched the cold ground.
"...."
There he stood, in front of all the spectators who watched in sheer horror regarding his actions.
The silence was heavy.
No one needed to tell him how screwed he was.
Rey already knew how it looked.
But—
'I've been set up…' He sighed deeply.
His expression was solemn.
He was tempted to raise his voice and loudly declare that he wasn't guilty, but what would be the use?
'I have to give it to the mastermind. They did this very well.'
Even now, Rey still didn't understand how they were able to achieve this outcome. He, despite his vast experience and insight, was treated as a mere fool.
