"Marinus Flanagan, charged with murder, subversion of the government, enslavement, imprisonment... by the name of The Emperor, you are sentenced to death!"
"Jesse Dutra, charged with murder, fraud... by the name of The Emperor, you are sentenced to death!"
"Lloyd Eukic, charged with..."
...
Many people, originally dressed in exquisite clothes which were now dirty and soiled from detention and interrogation, were bound and kneeling on the ground.
They looked at Lambert, seated at the judgment bench, reading out their charges, but they could not utter a single word in their defense.
They couldn't speak; their tongues had all been uniformly cut out to prevent them from speaking out of turn at such an important event.
They were only needed here to make an appearance before meeting their fates.
In fact, they weren't the first ones. Before them, beneath the high platform of the trial, there was another platform, splattered with bloodstains.
