CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
When Cannonball said that, the now-free prisoners made their way into her cell. They all gathered around Cannonball, some looking at Cannonball with terror, others looking at her with the kind of reverence a priest would reserve for God Himself. A few of them glared at me, but most of the freed prisoners were looking at Cannonball as if awaiting her orders.
“Prisoners of Golden City,” said Cannonball, looking around at the assembled prisoners around her. “You are now free to leave this prison. You may return to Golden City, leave the city, or do whatever your heart desires. But whatever you do, remember that it was thanks to the efforts of the Order of the Zero Knights that you now have your freedom again.”
“We can really just go?” said one of the prisoners, an overw
