He paused, staring across the court at the silent godlings. "We demand that you see us. That you understand our pain. That justice means something more than power. That someone answers for what was done."
The humanity slogan was no longer a mere murmur. What had begun as scattered voices now wove together into a low, unified chant, swelling in strength with every heartbeat. It rippled through the crowd like a rising tide, carrying with it outrage, grief, and a desperate hunger for justice. Among the masses, the nobles stood apart, well-dressed, composed, and smiling brightly.
On the godlings' side, however, silence reigned.
They sat unmoving, unflinching, as though the storm of accusations meant nothing. The chant pressed against them, yet none answered, until one of the lawyers rose from her seat.
She was a female harpy godling.
