How many were vanquished, how many survived, that was not a concern for anyone. As Sylvester carried the Prince in his arms at an inhuman speed, the other Grand Wizards simply made way. The entire city had been consumed by madness. Witnessing the massacre had agitated everyone.
What were they? Were they not humans? What right do the wizards and nobles have to kill them at their whim and starve them as they desire? The questions were plentiful among the desperate souls of commoners, but sadly, before Supreme Strength, no amount of words or thoughts could help.
The mighty trample the weak. It had been the law of the world since the inception of time, and it shall be the law until the end.
Boom!
