Everyone froze.
What?
Wait.
Wait, wait a second.
You mean to say—
"You mean he beat IT?"
Someone hissed, turning toward their neighbor.
"Depravity? The Sultan won against that thing?"
"No, no. That's not—"
Someone else started, only to fall quiet halfway through.
Because suddenly... it made sense.
Safira and Duban were still alive.
Not with black eyes.
Not with pulsing veins.
Not deformed in any shape or form.
They were not Corrupted.
They were just… people again.
People standing in the hall like statues.
Currently hollow, yes. Scarred beyond belief, absolutely. But alive.
And one couldn't be alive if Depravity had claimed them.
Not like that. Not with eyes like theirs.
Which meant—
"He stopped it."
Someone said out loud, voice shaking.
"He actually stopped it."
That was it.
That was the crack in the dam.
Everyone started talking.
"Holy Hell…."
