Capítulo 157: Judgement

Hundreds of people stood outside of a large marquee in what seemed like a townsquare.

There were adobe-like stone structures surrounding the tent, much of the architecture still heavily damaged from the battle with Black.

Despite this, the people of the Zasean city looked to be in a trance of preoccupation with the marquee before them.

"Right now? You're saying all of them are in there right now?"

"I haven't actually seen them in real life before..."

"Tyr Evolion... thats the name of him... right? The one who saved us..."

Murmurs sparked like calm embers surrounding the entrance of the marquee.

Inside; Tyr, Noa, Malon, and Hanzo all stood before a small table, behind which sat a man who didn't look a second over 35 years old.

To the sides of the marquee stood many Zasean soldiers with spears in hand and heads facing the ceiling, rough expressions donning their faces.