The air was heavy. Though Clark restrained his aura and power, he stood proudly before the human crowds estimated at hundreds of thousands.
It was a shameful sight: a saint before them—Yohan Kreutz, or Clark—kneeling on the ground, ready to have his head severed.
In truth, he was calm.
He knew the others were watching: Brando, Lawrence... all of them watching. But what if they interfered? They couldn't face this Alfred.
Alfred stepped forward. Clark was behind him, and the human crowds were before him.
Everyone was bewildered: What's happening?
It had been decades since anyone saw someone executed or brought to this square.
Alfred gave a speech in a resonant and powerful voice:
• "As you see before you: a traitor to the Church, a traitor to the faith!"
• "Before this state existed, there were kings first, then religion, then humans."
• "You understand this order well, don't you?!"
• "Our tradition: whoever betrays us shall have his soul extinguished."
