CHAPTER 919
"....."
A heavy, suffocating silence permeated the hall for several minutes.
Grey remained crouched before Bale's remains, which had finally collapsed onto the floor with a loud, wet thud, splashing a spray of crimson into the air.
The officials did not dare take a single step forward, nor did they utter a solitary word.
Even Janet remained frozen on the raised dais—standing before the thrones—unable to move a muscle out of sheer terror.
After staring at the body for a few more moments in deep silence, Grey took a labored breath.
He tilted his head back to gaze at the ceiling, then exhaled slowly.
"Ah…. I wonder why people crave revenge so much? I don't even know how to feel about this for some reason."
Grey sighed, scratching his hair for a few seconds while letting out a tired, mirthless chuckle.
