The crowd shivered. The dreams. They had all seen them—vivid, terrifying images of a figure ravaging them in their sleep.
When they had learned that the figure was the Hero, their distrust had solidified into something close to hatred and it was one of the main reasons they were so scared of him.
But in response to that, Luca scoffed and said with irritation,
"That has nothing to do with me. That crazy goddess up there is the one who showed you those stupid, absurd things!"
He pointed at the sky, "So, don't associate that with me. I would never do such things to you."
He then smiled, his expression softening.
"Besides, I'm pretty sure another Goddess will come and clear up that misunderstanding soon.
He met the eyes of the gathered races directly and said,
"What I'm saying is that you don't have to trust the elves. You don't have to trust me. But you can most definitely trust the Goddess above."
The crowd considered this. If he was lying, it would be easy to catch him.
