Kiuga stepped down from the rooftop and joined the procession moving toward the city square. The escort had already been prepared, and they wore red ceremonial ropes over their combat and armor. The colour of blood.
Zifara was walking with his head high, even with the weight of the gamble he was holding crushing down on him. He had to give the people what they wanted.
Kiuga stepped out of the gate after him, and the procession followed. Behind him were Kaka and Banga, and he could feel Kaka's hostility rise. He just hoped the boy would not fight everyone on their way to death.
Dressed in Sagiri's cloak, he kept his head high and his pace steady despite the hostility surrounding him. The reaction was immediate. People spotted the dark figure, and the chants grew louder. Angry voices erupted from every direction. Accusations, curses, and demands for blood followed him through the streets.
