The sound of armor collision roared through the execution grounds like an intensifying storm. The rage had burned away the Dreya people's rationality, as they bellowed and jeered, even the usually enthusiastic tavern maids spat venomously with twisted faces.
"Execute him!" "Execute him!" The Zither Bird's malicious curse intertwined with the Dreya's ingrained prejudice against Liveser, forming a lethal poison called war.
"Chop off his head! Throw it into the bushes of Liveser, our knights will trample their forests!"
Blind malice reduced humanity to its most primal form of beast, which, in Ralph's eyes, seemed utterly repugnant.
He looked behind him, at the woeful ranger standing at his back, the Death Hunter Grael awaiting his command.
"Grael, after we rescue the Zither Bird, you are to block and attract all the eyes of the Inquisitor and the Dreya knights. Our plan must have a sacrifice. And you, are the one to be forsaken."
