The scene was chaotic, with both saintly and Monington disciples voicing their despair in loud cries that pierced the air.
"I'm worthless!" Their cries reverberated, drowning the surroundings in a sea of hopelessness.
Remus had always been like a heavy burden weighing on their hearts. His presence, like the Spiritual Trial Stone, made them all feel inadequate in comparison.
Today, they had come seeking to bring him down, to level the playing field once and for all. Yet, despite their efforts, they found themselves unable to lay a hand on him. Not only did they fail to harm him, but the Grandmasters, Masters, and Chiefs continued to regard him highly.
They felt hopeless in the face of such disparity!
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