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A moment later one of the guards barged into the room. He doubled over for a moment with one arm clutching his chest and the other grasping his sword. The man raised his head and I heard Miela gasp. One side of his face was cut open and blood poured down his chin and neck.
“Executor, the detention wing!” he choked out as he took a step forward. He stumbled and dropped to one knee.
Sage rushed over and wrapped his arms around the man. “Easy there, young man.” I could see blood stain my grandfather’s sleeves.
“What about the detention wing?” Andrus barked.
“The inmates. . .they’ve all gone mad,” he choked out. “We’re outnumbered.” He lifted his pleading eyes to his commanding officer. “We have to leave the citadel or we’ll all be killed.”
Andrus frowned. “Abandoning our po
