Under the mountain of ironclad evidence, the truth was nailed down; in recent years, the new students mostly couldn't believe it, but they were convinced by the evidence. The old city dwellers who had long since arrived in Dome City weren't too surprised, for they had once seen that invisible demon.
The young Superpower Users looked at the equally young face on the screen, the refined Aorus shedding tears because of the truth he revealed. He stood under the statue, right in the light, before countless bloody truths. His helplessness and resolve almost infected those outside the screen, making people involuntarily feel empathetic sympathy, filled with righteous indignation.
Inside Saint Chagette Cathedral, Aorus gave a hoarse speech on the stage, grief-stricken. He had been too agitated earlier. He had spoken too much tonight. Anyone could hear his sorrow, anyone could see his determination.
