CHAPTER 1.6.5

he chants set off a chain reaction. The public hanging of one of their delegates frightened the shocked audience even more. Tyndale grumbled softly as he watched the audience press back towards the surrounding walls, backing away from him. He tossed Rowan's dead body across the platform, scraping a few splinters off the wooden deck as it rolled across the podium.

He went on to the next victim, Sho Akiro, who was kneeling beside Rowan, still breathing. His slim frame was easily picked up. Before he had picked him up off the deck, Tyndale clenched his throat even tighter than before, nearly crushing it. He didn't hesitate to recite his trademark prayer this time, instead driving a fist into Akiro's chest. The energy immediately poured out of Akiro's chest and into his arm.

He threw him free, just as he had his previous victim, which disturbed the crowd even more. The undead knights at the back of the line poked their swords into the backs of those in the crowd who were turning their b