The heavy, metallic scent of blood lingering in the Redharrow courtyard was a grim reminder of the price of justice. Furious Falcon stood amidst the wreckage of the day’s events, his eyes fixed on the broken bodies of the Jones brothers. While he felt no pity for the men who had hollowed out the Shieldhall’s soul, he couldn't suppress a weary sigh.
Execution without a Tribunal Hearing was a direct violation of protocol. By allowing Mad Lion to deliver that fatal stomp, they hadn't just cleaned house—they had set their own careers on fire. The Capital City elite would not view this as a cleansing; they would view it as a mutiny. The political fallout would be a tidal wave, and they were currently standing on the beach without life jackets.
In the midst of the brooding silence, Issac Monro
