In the Zura clan, everyone was required to display the emblem in a visible location on their attire. Some carried it on their belts, armbands, and other accessories, but the most common way to display it was on their clothing itself.
Under the influence of Raza's idea, all clan members were summoned to gather on a proscenium stage where people organized themselves facing the stage. As expected, the clan emblem was drawn on the stage itself.
In the past, the location used to be an arena, but due to the intervention of the overall leader, its setup had been reformulated. In front of the stage, the rows were arranged according to lineages: the main clan members were in front, the secondary on the right, and the disposable on the left. Approximately 150 individuals were present at the meeting.
Everyone was surprised by this unexpected summons, as everything was usually arranged in advance, but this time things took a different turn.
"Hey, you useless lot! We are here today for the execution of a traitor!"
The audience at the meeting began to murmur among themselves, sharing their perception that something was out of the ordinary. The idea of a possible spy was bewildering, as leaving the clan was practically impossible unless one was one of the clan chiefs.
"Come here, Trash."
"Yes, sir Raza."
"This is the traitor!"
While the main and secondary lineages remained indifferent to the situation, members of the disposable lineage were surprised, frightened, and fearful. This sense of fear was particularly intense in Zick's wife, who, upon witnessing the unexpected summons, placed her hand on her mouth and started crying inconsolably.
The head of the secondary lineage entered the stage, followed by the elders, and they all began observing the surroundings. Shortly after, Reda and Kena appeared.
"We have learned that there are more traitors among you. Surrender yourselves. Or else…"
Reda pointed a small flame toward Zick. Zick's eyes filled with panic as the flame approached. In an instant, the flame touched Zick's body, and in a dazzling flash, an explosion of fire consumed his body. The roar of the flames echoed through the room, creating a scene of destruction and terror.
"Arrrgggghhhhh!"
"Or I will kill one by one until I find the guilty one."
The members of the disposable lineage remained silent, fearing that any word they uttered could be interpreted as an attempt to hide information, which would be considered a crime punishable by fatal consequences.
They watched in fear, helpless, as their leader burned, unable to take any action to stop or help him. Fear and powerlessness prevailed in the room in the face of the horrifying scene unfolding before their eyes.
"Won't you speak?"
"Arrggghhhh!"
"Then he will suffer."
"Arggggghhhhuuuu!"
The members of the disposable lineage continued to watch their leader suffer, unable to intervene. However, Zick's wife, visibly distraught, began to approach the stage.
"Please. Spare him; my husband doesn't know anything. Please."
"Oh! You're his wife?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Come here."
In this desperate situation, Zick's darkest thoughts began to invade his mind. The mere idea of witnessing his beautiful wife being consumed by flames was an agony he couldn't bear.
Before he could ponder the consequences of his actions, instinct took over Zick, and he let out a cry of anguish and terror. His scream echoed through the room, carrying all the agony he was feeling.
"Stop!!!"
"What?"
"Forgive me, chief. She doesn't know anything. In fact, I'm the only one who knew about the escapes. I apologize for that."
"Is that so? How are you sure of that?"
"Once, one of the women had escaped and, upon returning, she told me there was someone who could help us and would be waiting for any escape attempt. But I denied it; however, people kept escaping, and I couldn't do anything."
"You could have. And that's your crime."
"Yes, I'm sorry. And… Goodbye, Nara."
"Darling…"
"Die!"
Reda released a powerful flame toward Zick, who immediately began to burn and writhed in agony.
"No! No! No!"
Nara, unable to do anything to prevent the tragedy unfolding before her eyes, could only watch the scene, feeling powerless in the face of Zick's terrible suffering.
"The meeting is over. You have a minute to disappear from my sight."
Aware of the rule that the leader couldn't be seen from behind, most of those present began to quickly leave the stage amid the chaos. However, one person defied the order and didn't follow the crowd. She jumped on the stage and hugged her burning husband while Reda was distracted, observing the rows.
Reda, who always left the stage last, didn't notice Nara's presence as she kept her focus elsewhere.
"Don't worry. I'm here," Nara whispered.
'Get away quickly,' Zick thought.
Reda, who had been distracted watching people leave the stage, finally turned her back and began to move away.
"How can you do this?!" Nara said.
"Huh!"
"You bitch!"
Looking back, Reda was momentarily paralyzed to see Nara hugging Zick. This sight rekindled old memories from her youth, causing her to relive past moments in her mind.
"Stop, please. Enough!"
"No. You're my bitch now. Get on all fours correctly."
"Stop, I don't want to anymore," Reda said, crying.
These memories were deeply traumatic for Reda, and witnessing both situations happening at the same time reignited memories she had long tried to erase. Reda's fury was awakened, and live flames began to appear on her body, reflecting her intense anger and uncontrolled emotions.
"What did you call me?!"
The lineage leaders and the elders were surprised to witness Reda summon two large fireballs, one in each hand.
"Let's die together, darling," Nara said.
'Yes, dear.'
"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Reda continued to shoot several fireballs at the couple, although it was evident that both were already dead. Shouting in anger, she couldn't contain her fury, dominated by the distressing memories that tormented her. The room turned into a scene of flames and destruction as Reda unleashed her uncontrollable rage.
However, the frequency of the attacks began to decrease. Reda knelt on the ground and, in tears, muttered:
"Damn."
The stage and the rows were completely devastated.