The moment Harvey stepped into view, the atmosphere around the battlefield shifted. Even before he spoke, even before he lifted a finger, the tension among every Dark Guild member thickened. This man, this single individual, had been the heart of the Dark Guild long before the Dark Magus ever stepped foot into their world.
He was the one who had overseen the construction of the base. He was the one who shaped the Guild's hierarchy, its punishments, its rituals, its ideology.
And because of that, many Dark Guild members believed Harvey was the true leader. Not Raze. Not the Dark Magus. Harvey.
Their reasons for joining had always varied. Some followed out of fear. Some out of desperation. Some wanted revenge. Some wanted chaos. And some wanted someone to blame for their suffering.
For many of them, Harvey had been the symbol of that power, the one they saw as capable of punishing the world.
