Nearly everyone in the human group had expressions of desolate hopelessness.
It may just be one human turning on them, but it held a tremendous impact on their mental state.
All previous morale, hope, dreams, goals all of it shattered in an instant.
Honestly, just how long can they keep going?
And in the end, won't most of their roads either lead to death or, worse continuous slavery?
The humans were able to block out of their minds when secluded among themselves.
Now faced with reality, it was too harsh, too disgusting of a pill to swallow.
If the humans could move, nearly all of them would have already collapsed to their knees in complete despair.
The Crystal Spirits didn't show an apparent change of expression. But within their eyes, a glint shined within the depths of their pupils. It was a glint of what could be satisfaction, pleasure, or joy mixed all together.