Sianor looked down at the man who had spoken. "You're right. We're not heroes."
A few people blinked at the blunt answer. The room grew quiet, as if waiting for him to take it back.
Sianor didn't. He continued, his voice steady. "But don't misunderstand what we are."
He took a small step forward on the stage, his gaze sweeping across the hall. "We are Grand Factions. We stand at the top of this world."
His fists tightened at his sides. "And because of that, when something threatens this world, we are the ones who should face it first."
He turned his full attention back to the man. "Did you forget that? Or do you think 'Grand Faction' is just a title?"
The man let out a short snort. "We know what it means. But this world is vast."
He raised one finger, gesturing lightly. "It's just one demonic faction. You're overestimating them."
A few murmurs spread through the crowd, some nodding in agreement.
