Damon did not know what was unleashed, or the fact that a part of Ittorath had snuck in with them into the world, or maybe this was all part of the Unknown God's overarching plan.
The fact of the matter was, his plan had come to fruition.
According to the report Damon received, a total of ten million people had been killed, with a few million more heavily injured. About seven million were homeless, and another sixteen million were internally displaced.
This was a staggering amount of casualties.
Many were dead, and Damon, who was all the way in the inner city, did not see a single corpse. Only a statistical report. All those deaths reduced to numbers on a page.
He didn't see the corpses. He didn't hear their screams or how they begged. He was in his nice home as he received a report.
When he was a boy, he hated nobles, but frankly speaking, he was acting the exact same way they did.
Though Damon saw this as a means to an end. Freedom had to be fought for.
