Chapter 439: Hold Your Fire

The parade ground of the Shanonville Guards stretched vast and bare, usually reserved for drills. The morning sun bathed it in gold, as if justice had flooded the place, leaving nowhere to hide. A dozen or so prisoners knelt in a straight line, awaiting judgment. Kyro, Darius, and Spence were among them, wrists bound behind their backs so tight they couldn't move an inch. In front of them, scores of Shanonville Guards stood at attention, impassive, eyes fixed on the condemned. At that moment,...