On the opposite platform, only the priests wore smiles upon their wrinkled faces. Koran most of all. The High Priest watched his son with open approval.
The crowd was won over. Whatever argument Zephyrion intended to make had already become futile.
After this, Koran would only need to fan the flames and ensure the hatred spread throughout the Empire. With the other dynasties inevitably becoming involved, it would only be a matter of time before pressure mounted to have Zephyrion punished.
Even better was what this would do for his son's reach. His climb through the church rankings would practically be cemented at this point.
It had turned out perfectly.
Koran gave his son a subtle nod, signaling him to finish. Manias returned it with a faint smile before speaking in a more restrained voice.
"So, my people… I leave this choice to you, knowing you will choose what is right. For the sake of our people. For the sake of our society. Let true justice be done. I bid you well."
