Marshal Wang's unscripted rant did not last long. As the atmosphere at the dinner table grew noticeably heavier, he suddenly realized the sheer shock his words had inflicted on everyone else. It was no different from people in a peaceful nation failing to comprehend the true misery of refugees ravaged by war. Compared to the tranquil scenery of the basin, the horrific reality of Origin Territory was completely beyond their imagination.
Of course, Marshal Wang had not finished his piece. He desperately wanted to tell them that the reality was far worse than what he had described. Countless unimaginable, Shura-like atrocities were happening right then. Compared to this place, that place was hell—a graveyard for humanity.
But in the end, recalling Su Mo's previous demeanor, he held back. Like a lone beast licking its wounds, Marshal Wang lowered his head and focused entirely on the soup and rice in front of him.
