The atmosphere in the square shifted from chaotic to bloodthirsty as the people realized they could take the law into their own hands. The execution of Lord Osric had been a catalyst, and now the crowd surged forward, pushing aside anyone who stood in their way. The Queen's remaining nobles were dragged toward the gallows, their screams of protest drowned out by the roar of the mob.
James, standing with Cherry, Lynara, and Pippy, felt a deep sense of dread settle in his chest. This was spiraling far beyond anything they could control. He exchanged a glance with Cherry, who shook her head in grim acceptance. The people had tasted blood, and now nothing short of divine intervention could stop them.
