Among these people, one man who seemed to be a priest of some sort was standing the closest to the wooden logs, and he was the one giving all the orders while people followed him as if he was God himself.
On the last remaining wooden log, which was yet to catch fire, a young girl who seemed to be thirteen or fourteen was tied. There were countless wounds all over her body.
Most of them were because of the stones that the people were constantly throwing at her, but she just stood there, her face tilted downwards and no expression on her face as if her soul had already left her body.
The little girl was covered in blood, her body was wet because of the oil thrown on her by the priest. She was about to suffer the same fate as the others still burning beside her.
The priest was a man in his fifties with long black hair with some white hair and had long beard on his face.
