The execution square was filled with a chilling silence, broken only by the distant sound of marching feet as William's soldiers gathered, surrounding the stage where the condemned would soon face their fate. Stella stood in the shadows with Bryan, Finn, and the small group of rebels they had managed to recruit. Despite the tension, Stella felt a sense of grim determination settling over her.
This was it. The first step in their fight against William's rule.
"We stick to the plan," Stella whispered, her eyes scanning the square for any signs of William's forces. "We create enough chaos to disrupt the execution, free the prisoners, and then get out before they realize what hit them."
Bryan nodded beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of the knife strapped to his side. "We'll need to be quick. If we get caught up in a fight, we won't stand a chance against William's elite guard."
