But this enemy, like her, was on their last legs.
Xylos was still talking. "Look at you. You struggled so desperately to stay alive, only to sacrifice that hard-won life for a bunch of ants whose names you don't even know? Ants who might have even joined the crusade against you? Is this what you people from Cerulea call 'being a saint'?"
The players below the sky-screen heard his words with perfect clarity.
But not a single one of them uttered a curse.
Because even they felt a pang of guilt. The crusade against the Miss back then wasn't just about taking physical action. On the forums and in chat groups, the opinions about her had always been overwhelmingly negative.
And those players, who had once been green with envy over the Miss's resources, lowered their heads one by one.
At a time like this, besides doing their utmost to gather a little more Faith Value for the Miss, it seemed pointless to say anything at all.
