Chapter 111:Public Execution[II]
The town was alive with the usual morning bustle of vendors shouting prices, children looking in the streets, and men gathering in corners discussing politics, gossip, and rumors.
Their eyes were hollow and sunken. Most of them were hungry, malnourished, and deprived while trembling in the cold winter but despite that they came out unlike previously.
Because it wasn’t just another day.
The town square was packed with people, men, women, children, old and young, all crammed together under the cold, grey sky.
The air was heavy with tension, clouds thick like smoke blanketing the sun. Snowflakes danced in the breeze, but no one noticed. All eyes were locked on the raised wooden platform at the center.
There, kneeling and tied with thick rope, was Cedric—his body bruised, his lips swollen, eyes darting wildly in panic. A filthy rag stuffed in his mouth muffled his desperate whimpers. The rope that bound him cut into his skin, blood trickling from where he’d struggled too much.
Kael stood before him, towering and grim. His long black cloak fluttered in the wind, and the sword at his side gleamed under the pale morning light. His eyes were like frozen steel—sharp, merciless, and unshaken.
He turned to the crowd, his voice booming like thunder.
"People of Sparves!"
The murmurs stopped. Silence fell.
"This man," Kael pointed at Cedric without even glancing at him, "betrayed his blood. He cursed his own father and poisoned him. Cut supplies to the Northern Gate, putting all your lives at risk. He planned to hand over our home to snakes hiding in the dark. For power. For greed."