Several hours later…
Five figures stood ramrod straight in the elven royal palace courtroom as if they were about to be hung.
Numerous injuries and open flesh wounds were littered all over their body.
It was a miracle that they hadn't yet dropped dead on the floor.
There were even heavily bleeding and oozing burn marks on their bodies, well at least on four of them.
The fifth one, the wounded snake, was slightly unscathed and untouched by the fire, after all it was that guilty party who had set the forest on fire in the first place.
But even if they were heavily injured and could barely stand, all five of them were currently frozen solid, standing still with their heads bowed down.
And in front of them, on an ornate crystal throne, a terrifying yet enchanting figure lazily rested.
The man's blood red eyes surveilled the culprits in front of him with visible disinterest.
