"Do not move!" the First Prince commanded. "You are surrounded!"
His personal army started closing in slowly.
They all saw the corpses of innocents lay scattered like broken dolls, their blood pooling and staining the earth.
The stench of death hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood.
Feng Shen rolled his eyes at the sudden appearance of all of these men, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Shaking his head, he let out a loud, exaggerated sigh and muttered:
"Surrounded? By what? Dead men?"
The soldiers gripped their weapons tighter, some with trembling hands, as they watched this young man with wary eyes.
The First Prince narrowed his eyes:
"This is your last warning. Surrender now, or face the wrath of the crown."
Feng Shen rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling as if burdened by the futility of the situation.
