"W-What is happening?"
Everyone who intended to escape or leave the capital in hopes of a better tomorrow before the battle could start were caught.
"No one is going anywhere. Stay where you are,"
Isadorian ordered dominantly, pointing his long sword at them so they wouldn't get away.
"Where else are we supposed to go now?" They whimpered when no hopes left.
"What else? Go back to your homes."
He shrugged, withdrawing his sword, motioning to them to leave before giving a dark smirk.
"Unless you want to enter your graves,"
Without questioning, disappointed, they went back as Isadorian began to capture all the remaining rebels one by one until there weren't any left.
"Surrender yourself," Isadorian demanded, pointing his swords at the rebels.
"N-Never!"
Snarling, they refused and not giving them a second chance, he exhaled.
"Fine then."
