Then, his expression changed slightly.
That terrifying guy... let me go on purpose?
What exactly does he want? What benefit does he gain from releasing me?
A sense of helplessness and fear rose from deep within him.
Berick didn't know how long it had been since he last felt fear, not even when facing these people, not even the Elder Council.
His low-profile behavior was merely for his own convenience.
Looking at the expressions of those around him, Berick knew that continuing to tell them the truth was meaningless.
They hadn't experienced it themselves, so they would never understand.
Even he couldn't explain how he described the other party as so powerful, yet managed to come back alive.
The whole situation already seemed far-fetched; if he added that the other side had deliberately let him go, anyone with half a brain would think he was lying.
Is this what it feels like to speak the truth and have no one believe you?
