"Everything that happens next, I will also record it and use all the resources we can mobilize to spread it..."
Demacia said seriously.
For some reason, once he decided to be serious, once he truly immersed himself into his role, inexplicably, he also felt a sense of nobility and mission.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he somewhat understood the feelings Cyber had when doing the Frost Elf mission back then.
If only there was background music playing right now.
Looking at the Divine Favored in front of him, receiving satisfactory responses, continuing to preach gently to the prisoners, his whole body seemingly bathed in Holy Light, Demacia couldn't help but think.
And as soon as the thought occurred, heavy background music slowly began to play in his ears, making Demacia pause slightly.
It was music he had never heard before, still in the elf style but instead of its former ethereal and soothing quality, it turned solemn and epic...
