The hall was deafening. Not a word was spoken as all the elders kept a grim look at each other.
Most were eager to see the fight between the two teenagers, while some were weary and wondered how a boy who had vowed not to touch a sword had died.
"What is this madness? You had him kept away for what? You killed him?" Almond barked, stamping his staff to the ground. The courtroomwent into a frenzy mode, with each elder clamoring for Real's head.
Meanwhile, Dareth sat in the corner of the room with a smile on his face.
Zeuxis sat right by his side beaming with a smile. "Well, I don't see a need for this!" his voice thundered through the rowdy hall. "If he is dead, then why does anyone need to cry over this?"
"He is the savior of this kingdom, and if he is truly dead, boy. God help us
