Chapter 2481 · Two Thousand Four Hundred Eighty-One
The Last Echo
Joric’s faction did not fall in a blaze of glory, but with a quiet whimper. His followers, disillusioned by his unwillingness to engage with their doubts, simply walked away, one by one. The great hardliner was left alone, his authority echoing in an empty chamber, a testament to the fact that true power is not held, but earned.