Aster Grant's calm voice echoed clearly in the deathly silent cavern.
Into the ears and hearts of every miner:
"The Demon Clan is gone and you... are free."
This sentence, like a drop of ice water into a boiling oil pot, instantly shattered the silence.
At the same time, it ignited the last spark of hope buried deep in everyone's hearts, almost drowned by despair!
After a brief stupor...
"Free... freed?"
A gaunt middle-aged miner standing in the front row subconsciously repeated the word.
His eyes were vacant, as if he couldn't comprehend the meaning of those two words.
Freedom?
To them, this word was too distant, so distant it seemed like an unrealistic dream.
He looked around blankly.
On the high platform, the two nightmare-like demons that had oppressed them had vanished without a trace.
Wherever his eyes could see, those demon overseers and guards who used to whip and murder them at will...
Now lay across the ground like harvested straw, lifeless, dead beyond dead!
