Otis's POV:
This was yet another gathering of eyes, a moment when everyone was watching me.
My mind recalled the disgusted faces of those people in the Grey Wolf Pack.
Unlike those previous gazes of ridicule, suspicion, and dislike, the faces of the warriors were filled with a variety of complex emotions, from shock to admiration to doubt, but only the same gazes as before.
This kind of gaze shone on my body as if I had been reacquainted, as if a sharp arrow had cut through the vortex of memories of the previous dimness, and the heavy and invisible chains of slaves on my body seemed to shatter to the ground, making my body a lot easier.
This is the feeling of having power.
I felt the energy flowing inside my body and looked at Marsh, who was once incredibly powerful in front of me, a
