“Who’s in charge here?”
“Me,” replied a soldier, stepping forward from the rear.
“Rank?”
“Captain, my Lady.”
“Good. Listen, everyone. You have two choices: you can stay here and die, or you can join my rebellion and fight for a real new home, not for a world destroyed by the uncontrolled wrath of the Crown Prince and the High Priestess, who care not for you.”
“So should we die for you? How does that change anything? Either we die for your brother, or for you.”
“Zund condemned the deserters to two atrocious fates. A lucky few were chosen for the Cruciation, while the others were beheaded by him directly,” the tulvar explained bluntly.
Terror spread among the soldiers. The decision was simple, yet not everyone seemed to agree.
“Was it you who started the rebellion?” asked a voice fro
