"The accused will rise."
The trial that Lucius had been waiting for took two days to set up. For those two days he had been stuck in a damp dungeon cell with nothing to do. They were not trying very hard to keep him there because the cells themselves had no protections against Magic, Arts, or his mark. If anything, it felt like they were tempting him to break out.
Even if he did, he would be stopped rather quickly, but Lucius still felt like it was not a smart decision on their part. Still, he behaved and used the time to think about all the things he had experienced and learned over the last month.
None of their investigations had turned up much of anything about the source of this mysterious group. The only thing they had done was start identifying them as the 'Cult of Flames' because of their obsession with fire magic during the attack. No one knew what this 'throne' they talked about was either and no one had discovered anything.
