"Greetings to all citizens of the city. My name is Raguel Leyton, imperial judge, by order of the emperor, we will initiate the trial," his voice resonated throughout the room, cold and devoid of emotion.
Observing attentively, I noticed he had his eyes covered with a golden mantle.
The moment of the trial unfolded with the solemnity befitting such proceedings, and just as the judge was about to pronounce the corresponding crimes and sentences, a disturbing entrance interrupted the flow of the room. Through a side door burst fifty disheveled and emaciated figures, whose appearance was a living testament to suffering and despair.
