The Cracks in His Influence

Later that evening, Victor addressed the villagers in the square. His tone was measured, his words carefully chosen.

“This was a tragedy,” he began, his expression one of somber regret. “And it reminds us all of the risks we take when we strive for greatness. But we cannot let fear hold us back. Dalia would not want that.”

Some nodded, but others avoided his gaze.

Among the workers, resentment simmered. Quiet conversations turned to doubts about Victor’s methods, and the first seeds of resistance took root.

“He’s pushing too hard,” a man muttered to his companion.

“At this rate, the Creche will have to step in,” the other replied, glancing toward the distant horizon.