Originally, those people who were already terrified by the warden are now even more panicked and uneasy.
In the previous prison, perhaps they could still be seen as human.
After all, many were forced to come here.
The warden needed them to work hard to obtain an unending stream of new souls.
Even though there were instances of suppressing telekinesis, at least it was done with restraint.
There were rules.
There were considerations.
Only by making everyone fearful, yet not in complete despair, could he have the most deterrent power.
Pure killing would only make everyone completely give up and wait for death quietly.
Balancing grace and power is extremely important.
Now, the warden gives them absolutely no hope of survival.
Some people have even stood up.
"Everyone, don't be anxious."
The warden shook the cup in his hand, smiled knowingly, and said, "Even though your warden is dead, I won't treat you too harshly."
