Hemes was the unspoken leader of the generals. The priestess praised him for being the most coolheaded in the direst of the situations. Even if the others had problem personalities, he was known to be the mediator.
Someone who would keep others in line and prevent them from making mistakes that would enrage the priestess.
"I—I used the power to compel the crowd temporarily to escape alive."
So when they heard these words coming out of his mouth, the four generals who knew the man for the longest could not believe what they were hearing.
Is this the same Hemes we know?!
This thought was ringing in each of their heads as they wondered how someone like him could make a mistake like that.
"You did what?" The priestess moved in her chair and raised her voice sharply. Hemes trembled under her horrifying gaze. Following her words, a boundless pressure enveloped the room.
Creakkkk!!!
