Everyone in the room became more cautious toward Dusk, but none of them showed fear.
They were mafia—hardened criminals with countless sins to their names. How could they possibly be afraid of anyone?
"The ones I killed were already gravely injured. Even if they had received treatment, they would've lived the rest of their lives disabled. In such a chaotic era to come, they would have had no chance of survival. Letting them go peacefully was, in a way, mercy. Their strength, left behind in this world, now fuels me—so I can grow stronger, destroy the demons, and create a peaceful world."
Dusk spoke with a voice full of emotion. It carried both the determination to save humanity and the inner torment over his own actions.
He paused for a few seconds, then looked around at everyone in the room and smiled—a smile so pure it seemed almost saintly.
