The horses galloped out of the castle, passing the bridge Wilmore saw the heavy black smoke. The gust was already howling and slashing skins. The storm was close to battling this calm snow, less than two days it would make it out chaotic.
People were screaming and running away, if they wanted to protest the court then what in the whole world was the reason for burning people's assets?
They reached the zone, a man was dead, laid on the ground.
"Nicolas, take the man out."
The Knight dismounted and went to the victim.
The others moved ahead of where the patrols were fighting back and some had wounds on their arms, legs, and faces.
Wilmore dismounted, shouted, "patrols leave here!"
Those who were still up in health aided the wounded ones and went out of the quarrel.
"Hux, do it!"
