"Seize her, take that witch to the death cell," commanded the king, his voice thundering across the plaza.
At his word, the imperial guards, warriors of the capital, dismounted and surrounded everyone present, then took the stunned Alison into custody.
The king glared at the assembly, decreeing, "No one here is to leave without my express permission. Anyone who dares to act rashly, regardless of their status, shall be executed on the spot."
Three thousand golden-armored sacred warriors, wielding golden swords, sealed off the entire Heaven Altar.
"How is he?" the king inquired urgently.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's life force is rapidly diminishing. He may not last two more hours," was the grave report.
"What, insolence!" roared the king.
"Is there truly no remedy?"
The royal physicians, trembling, dared not meet the king's gaze, admitting their helplessness.
