"Argh! Let me go!" Karakh screamed in pain.
He punched and kicked Nolan, struggling desperately to break free from his grip.
Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. The grip was unbreakable—like iron claws.
Instead of weakening, it only tightened further.
"Give up. Tonight will be your end," Nolan said coldly.
Karakh trembled in fear. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.
"D-Don't kill me! I-I was wrong! Yes, I… I did it all!" he confessed in panic and terror. "I'm the mastermind behind the chaos in the capital! I'm also the one who incited everyone out there! F-Forgive me!"
His confession stunned the ministers into silence. They had once believed Karakh was the hope that would restore their kingdom to its former glory.
But they were mistaken. This man was a traitor, a scoundrel, a despicable criminal.
He had deliberately plunged the capital into chaos, taking the lives of over a thousand innocent people.
