The voices grew louder, sharper, and more bitter. And in the center of it all, Lang Yao stood frozen.
He tried to defend himself again, but his words were lost under the growing noise.
One woman threw a rag at him. Another man pointed toward the base's gate and shouted, "Get out!"
"You think we'll follow you back to that rotten base?" someone else sneered. "You couldn't even protect your own people!"
"Get out! Get out!" others began to chant.
Lang Yao's face twisted in anger and shame. Fear flashing across it...but no one was on his side anymore.
The same people he tried to turn were now pushing him away.
He was escorted to the outer gate by a few guards who didn't even need to use force. The crowd cleared a path, spitting curses and insults, their trust in Liora more solid than ever before.
"No one like you deserves a place here," someone growled.
