CHAPTER 20 - KAEL

Kael had not expected this kind of path towards the citadel, a hell one. He stood outside the Northern Gate of the capital, barefoot on the freezing cobblestones. Both ankles and his only wrist, all chained together. The chains had one end tied to the mounted Grand Knight in front of him, and the other end at another rider behind Kael.

He coughed hard. The anti-magic collar locked on his neck glowed and tightened every time he’d attempt to cast any spell, as it had an incredibly high sensitivity to alar.

The enormous gates opened, revealing crowds of citizens on both sides of the street. Kael squinted as the chilly wind breezed against him. Shouting, yelling, cursing—the citizens looked nothing pleased with seeing Kael. Their eyes hungered for him, he could sense it.

A Walk of Mortification … something Kael had never thought of happening to himself. Many times he had sent and guided criminals into the walk