In the streets of Frantoch, thousands of citizens were rushing into the streets. Whether they were from the gate towns or the city itself, everyone was ecstatic and cheerful to receive their Lightning Lord with praise and celebration.
At the same time, a path was always open in front of Tiberius. No one dared to leave the Lightning Lord trapped by the crowd while he escorted the captive assistant generals.
"People of Frantoch!"
The swooning, jubilant crowds were instantly silenced.
Tiberius smiled as one person stepped in front of him. Feerah, the captain and commander of the city guard, proudly strode forward with two sets of cuffs.
Accepting them, Tiberius turned to his captives, who willingly raised their hands to be shackled.
