Leon's voice echoed unnaturally clear, thrum rolling over the crowd like a wave. A hush fell. Even the crawling stopped. Eyes once glassy flickered upward, drawn not by hope—but by command.
"Listen to me, all of you. I'm not here to harm you like those who came before. I don't serve the king—no, that foolish king is my enemy too. I've come only to feed you... But that could be the beginning of your new lives—if you prove yourselves worthy."
Now, considering how bad their condition was, this clear sound falling into their ears, calling the king foolish as if it were nothing, was shocking—especially since he had even talked about giving them food.
Which meant more to them than calling the king foolish.
