Chapter 75

• "Cut off his head," Zain's chilling command rang out through the tense silence as he watched his order swiftly carried out.
• Before Wyatt could react, the head rolled across the ground in a hideous display. Gasps escaped the horrified witnesses, their eyes reflecting the reality of death dancing before them. Fear gripped the assembly, each soul wrestling with the unnerving prospect of their own mortality. Trained warriors accustomed to facing the worst, the manner in which death unfolded before them shattered the illusion of control.
• "Stop, don't kill my people. They're innocent. If you want to kill someone, kill me instead," Wyatt pleaded, his head bowed on the unforgiving ground, shackles weighing down his outstretched hands.